The door buzzer rang. I went and answered it, finding my best friend Robbie standing outside.

“Hey, Robbie. Whazz up?” I said opening the door and peering out at the tall dark haired guy. I glanced about him, expecting to find a girl or two on his arm. He was by himself.

“Hey, Helia, busy?” he asked as we both did a quick glance down at each other. He checked out my big boobs that weren’t hard to not notice. 82-inch boobs weren’t the norm on most girls and mine stuck out like torpedoes, at least all harnessed up in my industrial-strength bras as they were. I was wearing a white stretch top, vee’d at the neck and the way I leaned out the door a long line of cleavage showed.

Robbie wasn’t the norm either, at least when it came to penis size. Not that I knew from any real touchy-feely experience, but I had seen him in swim trunks and tight pants, and, well, good friends share their secrets, maybe not bare them but share them. Plus I knew some of the girls he had dated. There was a lot of talk when a guy had a 14-inch cock in his shorts. I quickly glanced at the tubular bulge snaking down one side of his pants, then we both quickly returned eye contact, eye to eye.

“Nope. Not busy. Come on in,” I said and opened the door wider and let the guy in.

“No date tonight?” I asked we walked up the steps to my 3^rd floor apartment.

“No. You?” Robbie asked.

“Nope. Free on a Friday night,” I said. “That ought to be a crime, ay?” I joked somewhat half-heartedly actually wishing I had a date tonight other than being stuck at home.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Robbie said as we entered my apartment.

He walked into the small living room ahead of me and I turned into the small kitchen area.

“Doing laundry?” Robbie asked moving a laundry basket of folded clothes and undergarments aside as he sat down on the couch in the living room.

“Another crime on a Friday night. Home doing laundry,” I said as I opened the fridge and searched for something to drink and offer my guest.

“Another crime. Heh,” Robbie said as I took a beer and a wine cooler from the fridge, and shut the door, peering back into the living room. Robbie had one of my bras from the laundry basket of folded clothing. He had it unfurled and was looking at it, at the big empty cups and wide straps.

I popped the tops of the bottles and walked back into the living room. He looked up as I stepped before him, eyes gazing at my jutting boobs. I felt a little odd that he was staring at me, at THEM so, usually he didn’t seem so focused on my chest. It was then that he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra and only my tight top framed in my big boobs. His awkward attention also made my nipples stiffen, making big visible points at the ends of my jutting behemoths.

I snatched the bra from his hands and replaced it with a beer. “Do you mind,” I said sounding annoyed at his intrusion into my clean laundry and undergarments. I giggled as I plopped the brassiere back into the other clean items and moved the basket to the side and down to the floor.

“What’s a crime? With my bras?” I asked as I pulled my right leg under me and sat down on the couch beside him but far enough away to talk decently.

“There’s no crime with those big beautiful bras as long as they are filled out and on you,” Robbie said glancing at my chest again. “The crime is…you ever think about the weird fact that…well…you being you and me being me.”

I wasn’t sure what the heck he was talking about. “What?”

“I mean, well, here you are probably the biggest busted girl in Buffalo, and here I am with an anaconda in my pants, and we have never…well…hooked up,” Robbie said and took a sip of his beer.

I took a long swig of my wine cooler and took a deep breath, then exhaled.

“What…are you saying?” I asked, knowing, maybe, possibly, but not believing my ears.

Robbie sucked his beer down and placed it on the floor next to his feet.

“Here, I’ll get that,” I said getting up and leaning over him, reaching down and taking up the empty beer bottle. My boobs brushed against his lap, the darn things so big that if I knelt hands and knees on the floor there was only about an inch of clearance between my hanging boob bellies and the carpeting.

Robbie hands were in his lap and he flipped them over as my big boobs grazed his legs. I felt him give my ‘girls’ a gentle grope and I nearly fell off the chair, still gripping his beer bottle and my cooler.

“Robbie!” I exclaimed surprised at his actions. I stood up, off the couch and looked at him. However, we both looked down at my nipples making big hard outward dents in my white top.

“What I am saying is that it’s a crime that we don’t have dates, that we’re hanging out, two good looking people, two people built for each other, yet, we’re just sitting here all friendly like,” Robbie said shifting in his seat. His hand went to the bulge running down his left pant leg, as if his big cock was giving him problems. I knew how he felt…my nipples all abuzz running from my head to my toes.

I took the last gulp of my beverage and went back into the kitchen to fetch us two more drinks. I had a strange feeling, if not him, I was certainly going to need another. When I stood up and closed the door to the fridge, Robbie was suddenly standing there and I yelped, about dropping both our drinks.

“Helia, have you ever thought about US?” he said taking the two bottles from my hands and setting them on the counter.

“Wh-what do you mean?” I said. But I knew what he meant. Funny thing was, I did think about him, my friend Robbie.

We had basically grown up together, lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same grade school, middle school and high school. Our families had been friends, heck, even my sisters and brothers had hung out with his sisters and brothers. We had always been friends. And it was an odd thing too, hanging out in our little group of friends and people we knew. In high school, he dated my friends and I dated his friends, yet we never dated…each other.

“I have to say I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I mean, damn Helia, when it comes to the true definition of a hottie-wit-all-dat, you’re it,” Robbie said as he drew closer. He got so close that the ends of my big tits nudged his chest and blocked his advance. I wondered if he could feel my rock hard nipples against his chest. “And, these jugs of yours. I don’t know why guys run away. All that meat, all that big fat heavy succulent breastflesh.”

Robbie’s hands went up and cupped what they could of my gigantic boobs.

“Ruh-Ruh-Robbie, what are you doing?” I gasped as he felt me up. I didn’t stop him. “Did you have drinks before you came over? Do you know what you’re d-d-doing?”

“I’m hitting on you, girlfriend,” Robbie said as he drew down and kissed the side of my neck. I felt a chill race from the spot and fire along every nerve in my body. My legs trembled. I felt a sensual heat rush through me and fire up my sex engines, but I had to resist, didn’t I?

He pulled back, taking my hands in his hands. He had big warm hands and long fingers. He smiled at me, his dark eyes seeming to burn right into me.

“Listen, Helia, really, it only makes sense now. Of all the people we’ve gone out with, all the horror stories we’ve told each other about the bad dates and bad breakups. We’ve confided in each other everything and stayed always apart, continuing to go on our separate ways yet always coming back to each other when the outside things fell apart,” Robbie said as he took me back into the living room and set me down on the couch. “We’ve been denying each other for too long.”

I couldn’t help but look down at his bulge in his pant leg. It was growing bigger, growing bigger for me I assumed and that turned me on. I couldn’t deny it. My fingers crept down between my legs, gently feeling my puffy pussy that was beginning to moisten and tingle.

“So what are you saying?” I stuttered slightly, biting my lip as the sensations started to strengthen. My nipples grew even harder, growing even more prominent in my tight white top. Robbie looked at the ends of my big tits and smiled, his hand going down to the big pole of meat growing in his pant leg.

“I am saying its time we initiate a new relationship,” Robbie said as his fingers came up to his belt and he began to undo it. When the belt was undone, he unclasped then zipped down his zipper.

“Uh, oh gawd, Robbie, I never imagined this…but…I think I have always longed for this too,” I said running my fingers between my legs, feeling the hot mound of my pussy. It puffed up and I rubbed the fat folds and the sensitive crevasse it created at the seam of the crotch of my pants.

Robbie smiled as he slid the waist of his jeans down along with his boxers, revealing his huge turgid cock. It nearly sprang from its confinements, sticking up and wagging like a weighted flagpole in a stiff wind. It seemed even larger than I remember, though I’d really only spied him in swimming trunks and one time when I had walked in on him while fucking a girl friend of mine (which ended abruptly when he tried to stuff one too many inches within her).

“Oh gawd, yes. Let me suck on that thing,” I moaned as I undid my pants also and slid them down and off. I quickly reached behind my back and undid the clasps of my 10-hook brassiere but just left it hanging loose within my white top.

Robbie stepped up and I took his long throbbing cock with two hands. I directed it towards my red parted lips, licking them quickly. He gently nudged it into my open mouth and smiled as he saw my cheeks puff up with all that meat.

“Mmmm. Mmmmm,” I moaned around his thick shaft as he pushed his long cock a little deeper.

“Here ya go, you big-titted hussy,” he said as he suddenly thrust and I gagged and my eyes nearly popped from my head as he drove nearly ten inches into my mouth and down my throat. Robbie’s entire body suddenly stiffened and I saw his face take on like a zombified appearance. His flesh actually looked kind of…rubbery.

When I tried to remove his huge cock from my gullet, it wouldn’t budge.

“You’ll go down on anyone, won’t you, my dear?” a new voice said from behind Robbie. I knew it right away though I never would have expected it.

“Yes yes yes, my dear, it’s your old friend Horatio here, trapping you in another little predicament so I can have some fun with you,” the evil little imp said as he peeked around the side of Robbie. Or what I had thought was my friend Robbie.

“And look at this! This Robbie model comes with a handy dandy pump in the back…wonder what it does?” the little man said as he turned the ‘Robbie model’ just enough so I could see what appeared to be a hand lever protruding from…er…the Robbie model’s back. “Wonder what happens when I crank down on it?”

TO BE CONTINUED...