Ch. 1 – Homecoming
After 5 years of studying abroad, I was quite happy to come back home to my own little backwater of a town. Back to all the nice memories.
I really wanted to visit my neighbour, Miss Shanks. Back in the day, while I was still in high school, I started babysitting her twins when they were 10 years old. This was always a bit awkward, as the girls, owing to their mother's genetics, were as tall as I was. By the time I left for college three years later, at only 13, they were already several inches taller. Off course, they were still obedient as I was the older person, but already the start of puberty could be noticed in their teasing and occasional ignoring of orders. But I couldn't care less if I was babysitting Bigfoot because of Miss Shanks. I loved being in the vicinity of her so much that I tried finding any excuse just to be near her.
And when I finally turned 18, she rewarded my attention by seducing, making love to and raping the teenage me, as the first girl I ever had.
And what a first, Miss Shanks was hot beyond belief. At 6'7" she was over a foot taller than my tiny 5'3" and strong enough to easily lift me. She had a fit and toned body with large bountiful breasts, and a slim narrow waist spreading into a wide curvy ass continued by endlessly long thick strong legs. She was the embodiment of voluptuousness, and true to her stature, the entire neighborhood was drooling after her, but I never saw her with other men.
The reason for this was that Miss Shanks was a futa, meaning that between her lovely well shaped thighs, along with all the appropriate female parts, she also had a penis. Or rather, she had a cock as the thing was too big and intimidating to be called a penis. It was huge, easily twice my size even limp and as big or bigger as anything I ever saw in porn movies. I fell in love with it immediately, much to Miss Shanks surprise; I guess she was expecting me to run away.
I used to love watching her ride me. She would squeeze me in a crushing embrace between her long legs and continue to pounce on me almost hard enough to break the bed. And all the while her large breasts would slosh heavily into each other in crashing waves while her 14" erection would slap heavily onto my stomach, occasionally squirting spurts of precum almost as large as my own cumming spurts. When she finally came, it was almost like a flood. If I didn't jerk of for a week, I would be able to cum barely one fifth of what she could. I must admit, in the beginning, I was quite intimidated by her size. When we were both fully erect, I could barely reach up to half the height and barely a quarter of circumference of the large thick throbbing thing. It felt really humbling to have it flop down on me completely, covering my own erection under the prodigious mass of cock flesh. But instead of freaking out, I have soon developed a burning passion for her thing.
Her additional equipment fascinated me to no end. I loved watching it outline against her clothes, or watching the large purple head peaking out of her skirt, pulsing with her heartbeats. And after sex, watching the 11" flaccid thing flap against her thighs as she walked naked.
I considered for a while that I might be gay, but I soon found out I had no attraction to the male gender whatsoever. As soon as I left for college, I started feeling a craving for her. Sure, there were other girls that I had sex with, but the image of Miss Shanks bouncing on top of me was always nagging at the back of my mind.
During the next six years, I didn't visit home very often. The first few visits, I met Miss Shanks a few times. After that, we would always miss. She would be visiting her daughters in their school while I was at home. So, when I finally graduated and came back, I made it my priority to visit my neighbor as soon as possible. Finishing up all the greetings and other necessities with my parents and relatives the first two days, my hands were almost shaking with anticipation for the upcoming visit.
Miss Shanks was delighted to see me, and I shared her opinion as soon as I saw that time had little influence on her figure. Just as I was getting ready to hug the object of my desires, Jerry came out of a side room. Jerry was mighty pleased to meet me; I wasn't pleased to meet him. Jerry was Miss Shank's new husband, to the effect that she was now Mrs. Clink. This would mean that all of my pent up desire would forever have to be silenced.
Feeling very much down, I had a dinner with them in which Mrs. Clink didn't try to flirt with me at all and they were both very pleasant. Miss Shanks mentioned her daughters, and how they were coming home tomorrow from school, asking if I had seen them on TV a few days back. Apparently, Cindy and Mindy were a part of a TV news report, but since I hadn't seen it, it's best that she doesn't spoil the surprise. Feeling quite crushed at the moment, I didn't really care, I just nodded dumbly finishing my dinner and excusing myself to leave.
It was than that Mrs. Clink asked if I was free tomorrow, and my hopes jumped, but were immediately dashed when she said they were both out of town for a few days. But if I was free, would I mind picking up Mindy and Cindy. She was certain they would be happy to see me after such a long time, and they often ask about me. Also, I would get a chance to see how much they had grown, and maybe even take them out for a date.
This idea set me back a bit, I never thought about Mindy and Cindy like anything other than as kids, maybe because I met them when they were 9, or maybe because they were always intimidatingly bigger. But they would now be 19, and probably already fully grown women. If they were anything like their mother, they would probably be smoking hot, although maybe a bit taller. Well, I did grow 4" since last I saw them and at 5'7" Miss Shanks now only had a foot over me. If I am lucky, the girls would not be as tall as her; and as I always considered girls a few inches taller very hot, I agreed.
Cindy and Mindy
On the second day, I was at the train station a few minutes early and waiting for them to show up, wondering how I would recognize them after more then 6 years. But then I saw them and any thoughts of them as kids has evaporated from my mind. There was no doubt they were Miss Shanks's daughters. None of the other people at the station came even up to their shoulders. Most of the people had their heads at the same level as Cindy and Mindy's breasts, and their breasts were bigger than the tiny heads beneath them.
They were not exactly identical twins. They both had the same drop dead gorgeous face, although Mindy leaned a bit more to hot while Cindy more to cute. They had the same penetrating emerald eyes, pert little nose, and full lips. Mindy had auburn red hair, while Cindy was a natural blonde.
