Suddenly realizing how long I'd been lost in my maudlin thoughts, I laughed, and said, "Now you've heard my sob-story; I better tell you the happy ending before you think I'm completely sick in the head!"
Eric laughed too, and said, "Sure, go ahead!"
"By the time I went away to college I was very bitter. I saw men as jerks that obsessed on tits. I kept mine as strapped up and flattened down as I could. It wasn't very comfortable, but I thought it would stop the sag, and I detested guys staring at them. I didn't date, and was generally very unpleasant!"
"It's hard to imagine you bitter and cynical, Lana!" Eric volunteered.
"Believe me!" I assured him. "I was nasty back then! You wouldn't have wanted to know me! Any guy that showed the slightest interest in me -- especially if he took any notice of my tits -- was in for big trouble!
"About this time I became a rabid feminist. You can imagine why, but there were other, more rational reasons, too. I bought the whole package, too. Stopped shaving and let my pits and legs grow out. And I was aggressive about it too! No pants or long skirts for me! I wore shorts or knee-length skirts, so no one could miss my hairy legs. (They're pretty hairy too!) I also made a point of wearing sleeveless blouses, so that my hairy armpits wouldn't be hidden. My pits are pretty hairy too, so even when my arms are down, there's usually some dark brown hair sticking out. I liked to watch guys' eyes when I talked to them. I could spot the surprise when they first noticed the hair. Pretty soon, they would be staring at it. Eventually I would raise my arm to brush the hair off my scalp, and give them a real good look at my bushy pit! I didn't know if they liked it or were grossed out, but I hoped they were grossed out!
"I got hooked up with a bunch of other feminists, and we spent a lot of our time sitting around, swapping male asshole stories, and agreeing about how much better women could run the world. We were all bitter and cynical, but we did support each other emotionally. One of my best friends was Rita. She was a professor, a little over forty, but as friendly and open as the students. She was the unofficial leader of our discussion/action group.
"One day I was helping Rita get a barbecue party ready for our group. It was a hot day, and Rita was wearing shorts and a loose halter top. I should mention that Rita was not particularly attractive. A short, stocky build, broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and short hair combined to make her look the stereotypical feminist. Her outfit that day revealed a body that was definitely well into the forties. I was sweltering and said so to Rita.
"'I'm not surprised Lana,' she said, setting out some more dishes. 'I would have passed out long ago if I had that straight-jacket on!' She was referring to my bra. 'Why don't you get comfortable?'
"'Oh Rita, I get so goddamn sick of men staring at me just because I'm big-chested. All they want is to grab my tits. It makes me feel like such a sex object!'
"'Well, there aren't going to be any men here,' she said matter-of-factly.
"She had a point there, so I went in the house, took off my bra, and tied my shirt to leave my waist bare.
"'Better?' she asked when I returned.
"'Much!' I happily assured her. I hadn't felt so comfortable in a year!
"As we continued to set up, Rita said, 'See what those bastards are doing to you? By acting like assholes, they make you miserable, sweating in some fucking bra that a man invented, because he liked to see high tits!'
"I agreed with her analysis, but said, 'It's not just the guys, Rita. Even if they weren't such jerks, I would have to wear a bra for medical reasons.' She looked at me questioningly. 'Premature sag...' I explained.
"'Bullshit!' she roared. 'What's this premature sag bullshit? Who says where your tits are supposed to be when?' she demanded. I admitted that I didn't know. 'Some fucking, child-molesting man, that's who!' Rita was on a roll. 'They want us to look like fucking teenagers, and we've bought the whole thing, so we think we should look like fucking teenagers too! They say the hair shouldn't grow on our legs! They say it shouldn't grow under our arms! They say our tits shouldn't stretch out! They say! They say! It's none of their fucking business!'
"I was lucky to get a nod of my head in as Rita continued to rant. 'All over the world, women go through the stages of life naturally, and they accept that, and their men except that. Except in this fucking patriarchy! Here we're supposed to change nature to fit their adolescent fantasies! It's absurd to look like a thirteen year-old when your over forty. And nobody in the world would expect you to -- except here! A forty year-old with "firm little titties" is absurd! It's not real! This is reality!' She lifted her own limp breasts and shook them at me. 'If they don't want a women's body the way it is -- hair, tits and all -- they can fucking well go fuck themselves!'
"I was a bit relieved that Rita had wound down, but had to admit she had some good points. I'd been letting guys run my life -- and ruin my life -- by worrying about what they thought about my breasts. 'Whose breasts are they anyway?' I though angrily. I was perfectly happy with them until I started worrying whether men would like them. And -- talk about adolescent fantasies -- it was my ten year-old brother and his jerky friend that started me doubting myself in the first place! I thought, 'If some guy can't accept me as a big-chested girl moving into adulthood, well that's his problem and not mine. I like my tits, and I've always got a lot of pleasure out of them. I can get along just fine on my own until I meet a man who's mature enough to accept me the way I am.'
"I was much better adjusted after that. I returned to my braless days, but now when guys stared I thought, with some superiority, that they were just showing their immaturity. I didn't worry about sagging breasts anymore either. In fact, I became appreciative of their full, pendulous shape as a sign of my own new maturity."
"Well, I think they're very sexy," Eric put in. "I love watching them!"
For his benefit I sat on my legs and leaned over to smooth out the blanket. I swung my boobs casually; Dick stiffened and stood up. Although I couldn't contain my smile, I said nothing as I leaned back against his shoulder. I allowed my right breast to slip under my arm, and I rested my arm against its hard nipple. With some impulsiveness Eric grabbed the bottom of my left, squeezing it somewhat roughly. Then he fell on it, holding it up in his cupped hands, and sucking hard on its nipple.
After a few minutes he stopped, smiled sheepishly at me, and said, "Sorry, I lost control. Please go on."
"I'm glad they please you, Eric. At that time though, I still couldn't allow myself to believe that guys thought they were attractive. I figured they saw me as a kind of freak. My big accomplishment then was to not care what others thought. It was a big step forward just to feel good about myself!"
"That's only natural," Eric said. "We have to be confident about ourselves before we can really have healthy relations with others. I would like to hear, though, how you got past your difficulties with men."
"My full return to 'mental health' occurred about six months after the barbecue at Rita's place. I was going on a picnic in the country with about twenty of my kind-of-radical friends. One of them was this guy Steve, whom I had met a couple of times, and we kind of clicked. I think we were both hoping that this picnic would be an opportunity to get better acquainted.
"Steve was a typical hippie, which is what turned me on then. Six feet tall and skinny, he had long, curly, black hair that hung below his shoulders. He also had a full beard, but not a very hairy body.
"It turned out when we got to the campground that it was closed. This guy said they knew about a place on a lake another hour away. Nobody was thrilled about another hour of driving, but we were all up for our picnic so we went anyway. It actually took more than an hour, since he didn't remember exactly how to get there, so we arrived tired and hot. The lake was so beautiful, though, that the drive was worth it. Someone suggested that we have a swim to cool off before eating, and we all thought that was a good idea.
"We hadn't been planning on swimming, so no one had swim suits, but that wasn't a problem since we all stripped down to our underwear. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, I left my halter top on. Most of the other girls did the same, although Beth and Tina (yes, the same Tina!) decided to go topless. It was no big deal though; we were cool about such things!
"I had had the foresight to wear my white nylon bikini panties. They had a lace panel in the front through which my pussy hair was visible, and I was happy to see that Steve was eyeing them appreciatively! Steve had on a silly-looking pair of striped boxer shorts. He barely had his pants off, when I saw an inviting bulge fill out his shorts. At first he clasped his hands over it, but seemed to stop worrying about it when he saw that all the guys had erections.
"Everyone started making rude cracks and jokes about each other's underwear and stuff. We were all laughing, and one guy said, 'Hey Lana, we all took off our clothes, but you've only taken off half of yours. Why don't you take off your top?'
" 'No,' I said, 'I think I'll keep it on, thank you!'
"Then they all started saying, 'No, no, Lana, you've got to take it off! Look, Tina and Beth took theirs off!'
"Tina winked, and said, 'Why not, Lana?'
"I backed away from the guys. Some of the them started grabbing at the knot. Beth was saying, 'That's right Lana, you don't want to get heatstroke!' I ran away laughing and holding my boobs, and they all started chasing me. I thought what a thrill it would be if they did pull my top off, and I secretly hoped they would catch me!
"And they did catch me! But they didn't untie my halter. Instead they began saying things like, 'Lana looks so hot! Sure wouldn't want her to pass out with the heat! How can we help her cool off? Maybe she should go for a swim!'
" So a half a dozen of the guys grabbed me by my arms and legs. They lifted me into a horizontal position, and began to carry me, spread-eagle, to the lake!
"I squirmed and pulled -- but not too much, since I really didn't want to get loose! Of course my boobs were hanging to either side, and as I writhed I could feel them slipping out from under my halter. I shook and pulled more, yelling 'No! No! Stop, you guys!'
"I guessed that by now my left areola was out in the daylight, and the look on their faces confirmed it! I could feel my nipple caught in the fabric, and with a couple more twists and shakes I felt it pop out. The guys looked at each other breathless; the girls looked at each other and said 'Shit!' I was getting more excited than you can imagine, but pretended I didn't know how much was hanging out. More guys latched on to my arms, so that they would have an excuse to watch closer!
"The guys holding my legs seemed to be entertained too! My panties were pretty skimpy: a six inch triangle over the front and back, and, like I said, the front was half lace! Even under normal circumstances, a half inch of my bush showed over the top of my panties, but my squirming had worked them down so that over an inch was visible! It really turned me on, to think of all those people seeing my thatch!
"The guys, of course, were holding my legs wide apart, and I knew that they would be seeing plenty of hair in my crotch. Glancing down my tummy, I could see them hungrily eyeing my pussy hair! I continued twisting and pulling on my legs, and soon felt that exciting sensation of my panties disappearing between my lips and between my cheeks! Steve, who was holding my left ankle, watched with open mouth, so I shot him a smile to let him know that I liked him watching. I thought, with excitement, 'This is the closest I've ever come to being naked with a bunch of guys.' They could see both my furry lips, and both my nipples. There were just shreds of fabric between me and complete exposure! Pretty kinky, huh?"
"No! Not at all!" Eric gasped. I sure wish I had been one of the leg men, but I don't know how I could have kept my hands off the rest of you!"
"Well, they didn't entirely!" I continued. "First of all, as more guys had grabbed on, they had to hold my upper arms, or my legs, even my thighs.
"Then someone said, 'I really do think Lana's too hot' (which was true!), 'Can't we cool her off?'
"So they brought over a bag of ice and put a couple of cubes right on my belly button! I wiggled it off and screamed and cussed them, but they just kept putting more on! And if a cube slid down into my pussy hair, they weren't at all reluctant to grab it from there, and put it back on my naval! Every time their fingers touched my bush, I trembled with excitement!"
"Shit!" Eric exclaimed, squeezing his balls. "I'm surprised you weren't gang raped on the spot!"
I laughed. "The state of excitement I was in then . . . well, I might just have liked it! Maybe the guys thought they were reaching their limit too, because soon after that they carried me out to the end of the pier and tossed me in the lake! Not without me taking three of them with me though, including Steve. We all tumbled into the water with a big splash, and came up laughing and shouting.
"In mock anger I said to Steve, 'I'm going to get you! Your ass is grass!' and I chased him out of the lake.
"His wet boxer shorts clung tightly to his butt and I knew I was putting on a good show too. My right tit had slid back under my top, but its hard nipple was obvious through the clinging fabric. On the other hand, my left tit had been hanging out too far, and that's where it still was, the left half of my halter trapped under it! But I ran after Steve anyway, and my tits bounced around wildly. I grabbed my left in my hand to keep it a little under control, but didn't try to cover it up.
"Steve was looking back at me and stumbled over a root. I caught up with him just as he regained his footing, and made a wild grab at his shorts, which I pulled down. They slid to his ankles as he fell, but he wriggled out of them and kept running! 'Hey!' I laughed, holding them up. 'Didn't you forget something?'
"'Have them! They're yours!' he shouted back over his shoulder. His cock, released from its fetters, now bounced out in front of him. I saw clearly now that he was very well equipped!"
"A lot bigger than me I suppose," Eric said, sniffing.
"Oh you men!" I said. "Always worried about 'how big'! You have nothing to worry about, I assure you!"
"I know," Eric laughed. "Years ago I got used to the fact that I don't have the biggest cock in the world, by a long shot! It's not a problem, and I've even met girls who prefer it smaller!"
"Yeh, some do," I said. "But I like 'em all sizes! Variety, you know! Anyway, Steve's was a good eight inches, which was the largest I'd seen, and I was fascinated by the way it bounced up and down and all around as he ran.
"By now we were well away from the rest of the group, who were mostly swimming anyway. I stopped, and said, 'OK I give up, you're free!' I was panting and soaked with sweat.
"He stopped too, and said, 'OK, as long as you absolve me of all my crimes!'
"We walked toward each other. His cock stuck out hard and stiff, twitching slightly. My nipples were also erect, and my left boob was still swinging free. My panties were low on my hips and still pulled into my lips. We looked on each other with irrepressible desire, as we came together and embraced. His hand attacked my exposed boob, as my hand grabbed his handle. We moaned together with pleasure.
"Still hugging me, Steve mused, 'It must be nice to be an animal, and get to run around naked like this all the time!'
"'Yeh,' I agreed. 'The freedom to follow your instincts!'
"I got a sudden notion and pulled away from him. I muttered, 'Irresistible instincts, like a bitch in heat!' I got down on my knees, with my back to him, and stuck my ass up in the air, so that my panty-stuffed pussy stood open for him. 'Like a bitch in heat!' I kept muttering as I dragged my loose breast on the moss.
"'Oh fuck!' Steve gasped, and dropped down on his knees behind me. He grabbed my panties in both hands and ripped them apart at the crotch. Next his hands were on my waist, and I felt violent jabs to my cunt. On the fourth he slid in easily, and I felt his long penis push up into me. I had never felt so full in my life! He slid in and out with long strokes, while I growled and whimpered. His right hand reached into my halter, allowing my right breast to drop out. He squeezed and tugged as he continued his slow strokes.
"Suddenly, Steve dropped my tits, and, grasping my hips again, began a more rhythmic thrusting. With a thrill I felt his large cock stiffen in me, which was enough to start me coming. Soon he was thrusting hard and fast, groaning louder and louder. I looked down my chest, between my swinging tits, and saw his hot cum beginning to drip out of my cunt. He continued to ram my butt, as wave after wave of pleasure washed through my body.
"Eventually we both became quiet, and I noticed that the sensation of his hard cock in me had been replaced by just a pleasant fullness. We stretched out on the grass, with him still on my back -- and in my cunt -- savoring our sweet exhaustion.
"If we were sweaty before, now we were drenched, so we decided another dip in the lake was called for. I gave Steve his shorts, and he pulled them up over his limp dick, which was still six inches long!"
("I'm jealous!" Eric pouted.)
"I stuffed my breasts back into my halter, but realized I had a bit of a problem. 'Steve,' I said, 'look what you've done to my panties!' Aside from being soaked in our juices, they were hanging in two loose flaps, fore and aft, like a loin cloth! 'What am I supposed to do with these?' I said with some real consternation.
"'No point wearing them,' he answered with a grin.
"'Thanks for the suggestion,' I said, 'but I think I'll keep them on anyway!'
"So we headed back to where the others were. Everyone knew what we'd been doing, but I didn't want to make a big deal of it. As we got near the others, some of the guys pointed and asked good-naturedly, 'What happened to your panties Lana?' I shrugged and, cupping my hand over my pussy, marched into the lake. Steve and I swam together, and the cool water felt so good on our bodies, that we got all excited and fucked again! Lest you get the wrong idea, I should add that Steve and I weren't the only ones that were screwing. Almost everyone eventually paired up."
"Mmmmm, that sounds like fun!" Eric said. "I've never made love in the water!"
"It can be arranged!" I answered, and we both laughed.
"Later that evening," I continued, "we had a cookout. Even in that laid-back group, I wasn't entirely comfortable sitting around in my torn panties. (Although it didn't slow down Tina: she was still marching around topless!) So when I was finished swimming, I started back for the cars, where we'd left our clothes.
"One of the guys asked where I was going, and when I replied that I was going to get dressed, he said, 'You're dressed just fine, Lana!'
"'I'm sure you think so,' I answered sarcastically, and again cupped my hand over my pussy, but let the flap over my ass hang loose.
"My panties were still wet, and wearing them seemed pointless anyway, so with my back to the group I pulled them off. Ignoring the lewd remarks, I pulled on the cut-off jeans that I'd worn that day. My halter was also still wet, but it felt refreshing in the still-hot air. (Also, I was excited by the way it clung to my breasts!)
"After eating, the couples that had formed retreated to secluded spots in the growing dusk. Steve and I sat away from the rest, talking quietly. Soon the stars were out, and we slid out of our clothes, so that we could lie naked in the starlight.
"'You're wonderful, Steve.' I squeezed his hand. 'I haven't had so much fun ever!'
"'You're great too,' Steve answered. 'You're so beautiful!'
"'What you mean is, "You have such big boobs!"' I said laughing.
"'What can I say?' he shrugged, smiling. 'I like big tits! You've got the best pair I've ever seen!'
"'Now Steve,' I said seriously, 'tell me the truth. Do you think they're pretty -- or just big?'
"'Are you kidding?' he asked with genuine surprise. 'They're beautiful!'
"'How can you say that?' I wasn't letting him off the hook. 'You can't tell me they don't look like a big pair of udders.'
"For effect, I lifted up my tits and let them fall out onto my chest with a slap! I saw his dick suddenly stiffen and rise off his balls. 'Look,' I said, lifting a breast in each hand, 'they're as floppy as an old lady's. Yeh, they're big, but how can you call these sloppy, hanging things "beautiful"?' I wanted to see how he handled this, and waited with a slight grin.
"'Do you really think that, Lana?' he began.
"'Sure,' I answered. 'Don't you?'
"'No I definitely do not,' Steve said earnestly. 'I mean, sure they hang down, but that's what I really like about them.'
"'Oh come on Steve, you don't have to say that. Are you trying to tell me you don't like youthful breasts, like Tina's?'
"'I didn't say that,' he replied. 'I think Tina's very pretty, and her tits definitely turn me on. But they just can't compare with yours. They're not as interesting, they just stick out of her chest. They're pretty, and sexy, but yours "do" such exciting things. I can't stop watching them! I've never seen anything like them!'
"'That's just what I mean Steve. Tina's tits are beautiful, but mine are weird, freakish.'
"'That's bullshit!' Steve said angrily. 'I don't fuck freaks! I think your tits are very attractive and about the sexiest thing I've seen. If that isn't better than "pretty," I don't know what is!'
"I reached for Steve's hand and said, 'Thank you; you've done a lot for me by telling me how you feel. I was hoping that you liked my boobs.'
"'Do you like them, Lana?' he asked with concern.
"'Yes, I do Steve. I haven't always, but now I'm comfortable with them again. In fact you expressed very well the way I feel. I like them because they're unusual and, like you said, I can do more with them.'
"'I bet you can!' Steve said enthusiastically. 'Would you mind showing me a few things?'
"'Ok,' I laughed. 'But just for you, because you appreciate my boobs. I wouldn't do this for just anybody!'
"'I'm honored!'
"'Where should I begin?' I mused. 'You've already seen one game: if I lean forward my tits hang down like this,' I demonstrated, 'and my nipples are straight down, so I can stroke them on the ground. That's always a turn on for me. I also like looking down my chest and watching them swing. See this is how they hang down the most. They really dangle don't they?' I said this almost more to myself than to Steve.
"'Oh Lana!' Steve said. 'That is good! It makes me want to milk them!' I laughed; once that would have been an insult, but not any more.
"'Go ahead!' I said cheerily.
"Steve put two hands around the root of my left boob, and pulled down along it toward the end. God, Eric, I can't tell you how good it felt. And since my boobs are somewhat thicker at the end than at the root, it really felt like he was squeezing my boobs down into my nipples. I wished he was! I wished he was squeezing more and more into the ends, pulling them out longer and lower!
"As Steve continued to 'milk' me he said, 'I love you hanging loose like this Lana.' Then he suddenly lifted my left boob up and forward, and asked, 'Say, can you suck your own tit?'
"'Why don't you find out?' I chuckled, and as he pulled my boob further forward, I bent my mouth down to meet it. Soon my tongue reached it and I licked my nipple hungrily. When he had pulled it a little further I was able to put my lips on the areola.
"'That's great!' Steve laughed. 'Do you suck you own tits often?'
"'Any chance I get!' I laughed 'Whenever there's not a man to do it for me!'
"'You must get cramps in your arms!'
"'I'll let you in on a trade secret, Steve. This isn't the best position for sucking myself.' So saying, I sat down on our blanket, and laid back. Of course my breasts slid to my sides, but then I grasped one in each hand, and lifted them to my shoulders. Since they come to just above my shoulders, it's no trouble at all to lick and suck them for as long as I like!
"'This is much more comfortable,' I told Steve. 'I can spend all the time I want with my "pals".' I squeezed my breasts to my chin.
"Steve just said, 'Oh fuck!' and slid his hand up and down his long dick. At the same time he reached his hand out and stroked my chest below my breasts.
"'Oh, yeh, Steve, do that!' I said. 'When my tits are up like this, my chest feels empty, like I'm a young girl again. I like to feel your hand on my rib cage like that! You know, in almost any other position my tits completely cover my chest; I have to look for it under them! It's strange.'
"Steve laughed, and continued to stroke my chest with both hands, but now they were starting to work their way up the undersides of my breasts. I continued to suck them, as his hand firmly pushed them upwards. I was already beginning to squirm, when I felt his stiff pole probing my pussy. I spread my legs, and it easily entered my slippery hole. With each stroke, he went deeper, until with a thrill I realized he'd gone all the way to the end. Soon he was on top of me, with his chest squeezing my tits against my shoulders. We both alternated between kissing each others lips, and kissing my breasts! We were like a trio! Unfortunately, he was so turned on by that time, that within moments he was growling and filling me full of his cum. But he kept thrusting as long as he was able, which was long enough to take me through several shuddering orgasms.
"We lay together for a long time, our bodies clasped close together. My breasts were squeezed between our shoulders, which was both painful and pleasurable. I looked with fascination at the tight skin stretched over their projecting ends. Steve's cock still filled me. We kissed and talked quietly.
"Eventually, we heard our friends calling. It was time to go. I dressed in a dream. It was the best I had felt about myself and my body in a long time."
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Last revised May 24, 2002