Our story takes place in a large Midwestern city in the early 1980's where our well-hung protagonist Luther Casey continues his carnal adventures. Readers who enjoy this piece may also want to check out my "Root and the Pharmacist's Wife" series as well as "The Return of Ellen Heath." Per usual, all characters are fictitious and of legal age.
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The theater's backstage restroom was small, just a sink and a toilet, so as Lute and Sofjia groped and kissed inside the tight space, she wriggled her ass against the vanity while Lute lifted up her top and shoved his face into her deep cleavage.
Lute had been lusting after Sofjia's tits since the first time he'd seen her a few weeks before. It had been her first day on the job at the Greek diner near his home, and when he watched her from across the room, her breasts straining against the top of her waitress uniform, he was immediately smitten. Now, finally getting his chance at her succulent bosom, he kissed his way into their fleshy goodness like a hungry baby.
Reaching around and unfastening her bra, Sofjia released her corpulent breasts from the restraints of their 34G cups, giving Lute full access to her rack as she leaned back her head and sighed, "Oh, yes. That feels so nice!"
Their friendship had started innocently enough. Sofjia was new to America, leaving behind her art school studies and family in Belgrade for better opportunities in the US. It was 1982, a bleak time in Yugoslavia and its oppressive Communist regime.
So moving to the states and staying with her older sister and brother-in-law, she took the job at the diner to make some money and hone her English. She'd also been invited to join a drawing class at the city's prestigious art institute and hoped to be accepted into their degree program for the next term.
She was average height and dark complected, with dark hair and eyes, and a pretty face with a slightly hooked nose. But atop her slim frame, long legs, and shapely ass, her breasts were the showstoppers. She did little to accentuate them with her clothing, generally shying away from tight tops or low necklines that might bring more attention to her chest. Instead she opted for the bohemian attire of an art student -- jeans, knee-high boots, and oversized sweaters. But she was well aware of the affect her voluptuous chest had on men, and she used it to her advantage.
Sofjia and Lute hit it off right away. He stopped at the diner several times a week on the way to work. And while he finished his coffee, he'd fold up the newspaper and work through the daily crossword puzzle.
"Klee, Paul Klee" she said as she walked past his table that first day.
"Huh?" Lute replied, looking up from his paper.
"23 Across. 'Surrealist artist Paul'."
"Oh, right...Klee K.L.E.E.!" Lute said as he looked back down at the crossword and filled in the blanks.
From then on when the diner wasn't too busy, Sofjia would stand behind Lute while he did the crossword and work through answers with him, sometimes letting her big boobs rub against him as she leaned over to point out clues.
She'd enjoyed doing English crosswords back home with her dad, a high school language teacher, and she was now finding the puzzles were a good way to continue refining her English skills. And also for getting better acquainted with a particular cute customer.
Which is how she'd ended up with Lute in the backstage toilet at the theater while the headlining band roared through its set.
It was a Friday in late winter, and at the diner that morning Lute saw in the paper that a touring exhibit of Paul Klee's work was having a special opening that night at the art museum. His company was promoting a show nearby that he needed to check in on, so he showed the Klee exhibition info to Sofia, and invited her to join him.
The exhibit of Klee's work was really interesting, and Lute enjoyed having Sofjia explain to him in her sexily accented voice the unique blend of styles the artist had used in his work. Then afterwards they stopped for a quick bite and some drinks before walking over to the theater.
Arriving at the stage door, they were shown inside where Lute had some brief conversations with various staffers while the warm-up act performed. Then he and Sofjia popped into the dressing room area and grabbed beers and talked with members of the featured band, an up-and-coming group that Lute liked and had booked for the gig.
When the band went on, Lute led Sofjia over to a couple of chairs set up in the wings where they could see and hear, while still getting some privacy. And by the time they were on their second beers, Sofjia leaned in for a quick kiss.
"Thank you so much for bringing me out tonight!" she whispered, "I love this all so much!"
"You're welcome," he replied, then returned her kiss. But instead of it being another quick one, their lips remained locked and their tongues intertwined. And after a few more of these, with Sofjia now moaning softly and smooshing her tits against him as they canoodled, Lute led her off to the bathroom, where, as you may recall, our story began.
"Mmmm...yes, I like that very much!" Sofjia sighed as Lute suckled on her big nipples, working his tongue around them before taking each tit fully into his mouth, sucking and slurping as he made their acquaintance.
"Oh, god, yes, these are so beautiful!" he moaned before diving in for more.
Lute's full-faced attention to Sofjia's big tits happily continued for some time before he slipped his hand under her skirt and began massaging her pussy through her panties.
Grinding her crotch onto his hand, she whispered in his ear, "I won't fuck you tonight, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, of course," Lute mumbled as he continued mouthing her wondrous breasts.
"But I will let you keep doing that," she groaned, pressing her covered pussy harder onto his hand as he worked his fingers along her slot until her panty's crotch was soaked.
Moaning as she reached down to stroke the growing bulge in his pants, Sofjia quickly realized she wasn't dealing with any ordinary cock. Gripping his shaft that extended up to the top of his trousers and stretched over to his hip, she was stunned by the sheer length and girth of his member.
"Is this...all you?" she asked as she continued groping the bulging outline of his cock, still not quite believing what she'd discovered.
"Yup, sure is. It's a big fella," Lute chuckled as he continued working his mouth over her juicy udders while fingering her cunt, "But we'll save that for our second date."
It was then they were interrupted by a knock on the door and someone calling "About done in there?" So after Lute helped Sofjia get wrapped back up, they scooted out of the toilet and returned to their seats. But having felt the leviathan lurking in Lute's pants, Sofjia could think of little else except how it would feel to have such a huge cock inside her. She'd long been enamored with well-hung guys, but had never gotten the chance to bed down with one.
There was a guy who had modeled for the life drawing classes at her art school in Belgrade. The girls in the class called him "The Cowboy" on account of his being hung like a horse. Drawing his big phallus as it draped across his thigh had been a big turn-on for Sofjia, and she loved imagining herself impaled by such a cock.
Though he knew many of the young artists sketching him were intrigued by his big organ, The Cowboy was nonchalant about the attention. Until the day one of the girls -- a particularly mischievous vixen -- wore a short skirt without panties and sat in the front of their drawing semi-circle, closest to the platform where The Cowboy was posing. She made sure she was positioned directly in his line-of-sight, then holding her drawing pad in just the right spot to block her classmate's view, she spread her legs and gave him a clear shot of her pussy.
The Cowboy tried his best to avert his eyes, but they kept traveling back to the girl's beaver like moths to a flame. Aroused by the site of her furry snatch, he began to get hard, and his already sizeable member slowly grew thicker and longer. Pretending not to notice he had a raging boner, he held the pose while the female students stared at his big cock, drawing feverishly to capture it in full glory.
Sofjia had thought about that day many times since. And if alone, the image of The Cowboy's cock often led her to slip a hand between her legs and diddle herself to an orgasm. So, discovering that Lute was hung like The Cowboy, if not more so, she was thrilled at the prospect of fulfilling her long held big cock dream: Enveloping his prick in her cleavage and tit fucking him until he spurted globs of jism all over her heaving breasts. Just like in that skinflick she and an old boyfriend had gone to in a seedy porn theater back home.
As for Lute, he was a big tit lover of the first order. And Sofjia's succulent breasts were everything he could've hoped for. For many years he'd dated a beautifully stacked older woman from his hometown named Ellen Heath. And up until six months before when she left the city and moved to the coast, he could often be found falling asleep with his face nestled in her fleshy 38F bosom after a bout of raucous lovemaking.
Sure, Lute had plenty of other lovers, but until he met Sofjia, none really measured up to Ellen. So the prospect of having a new set of soft pillows in his bed was very encouraging.
When he'd picked her up earlier that evening, Lute had assured her protective older sister and brother-in-law that he'd have her home safely by midnight. So after some prolonged goodnight kisses while he idled his van in front of their apartment, Sofjia gave his cock one last long squeeze before she went inside. But they had a date for the following weekend. And plenty of crosswords to tide them over until then.
But when they talked that week at the diner, it occurred to Lute that if he was going to get Sofjia intobed, he needed to first win over her family. Knowing he was right, Sofjia suggested they invite her sister and brother-in-law to join them at his place for dinner that Saturday. But the deal would be that her family must leave soon after dinner, and she'd stay the night.
Lute was 25 and had been working at the entertainment production company since college. He made a good salary, but he'd also stashed away a sizeable amount of money during school when he served as a very well-paid gigolo for the younger wife of a wealthy German businessman. Deciding real estate would be a good investment for some of his funds, he paid cash for a classic brownstone in a gentrifying city neighborhood and set about fixing it up.
After first redoing the plumbing and electrical, the kitchen had been the next major remodel. So when Sofjia and her sister Katya and brother-in-law Niko came over for dinner, they were some of the first guests to be entertained in his newly refurbished cookery.
Katya was just as pretty as her sister, and was also blessed with a healthy bosom, though not quite in the same league as Sofjia's. Determined her sister should wear something more fetching than her usual artist attire that evening, she had dressed Sofjia in one of her button down sweaters and long skirt. And with the top sweater buttons undone, Sofjia showed plenty of her enticing cleavage, which definitely didn't go unnoticed by Lute or Niko.
Lute liked to cook, and he prepared them a nice meal paired with plenty of good wine. After dinner, Katya and Niko were enjoying themselves and in no hurry to leave. They'd brought along a bottle of slivovitz, the plum brandy that was the national drink of Yugoslavia. And Niko produced a bottle of ouzo, the high octane anise-flavored liquor from his native Greece. And after some shots of both, they were all in high spirits. But when everyone pitched in to clear the table, Sofjia made sure Katya understood they should leave the clean-up to them and be on their way.
All week Lute had been looking forward to having Sofia's fleshy udders dangling down in his face as she rode him. And she'd definitely been having similar thoughts. And the sooner the better. So, having seen that Lute was a gentleman, a really good guy, and a man of means -- his spacious three level brownstone spoke to that -- Katya and Niko finally made their exit.
