"The Cornfields: A Super-Buxom Short-Story" by Ken 8 November 1995 It was Summer, and the vast cornfields were ripe with new ears of corn. The fresh smell filled the warm Summer air, and the rustling noise of the gentle breeze brushing the tall plants against one another was the only sound that could be heard for miles. It was one of those days when I decided to break my normal Saturday pattern of walking down the dirt path that divided the seemingly-endless cornfields, and instead walk through the fields themselves to get to the local market. My Uncle needed a few supplies from the local grocery store not too far down the road, and the things he needed were not too pressing. I was still fairly new to this rural area, and hadn't yet fully made the acquaintance of all the "local" residents. But then again, everyone lived so far apart from each other on account of the vast expanses of farmland, that the only times we actually got to see one another was at a Farmers' Convention or in church, two events my Uncle enjoyed participating in. One Sunday in church, however, while the reverend was giving his Sermon, I noticed a Caucasian family of eight women and one man sitting in the adjoining aisle two pews behind my Uncle and I. The elder man and woman were the "respectable" Mr. Isaac and Mrs. Regina Woodley, and the other seven women were their daughters, the oldest being 37 years of age, the youngest being 19. What amazed me about all of the women in that family was that all of them had overwhelmingly-large breasts, the smallest woman measuring 50"ZZZ! The children used to tease that family, calling the parents "Mr. and Mrs. Watermelon and the Watermelon Girls." But with very little wonder, though, after seeing such overwhelmingly-buxom women! Not that they were the only women in the community with massive breasts. The medical condition known as "Gigantomastia" or "Macromastia" was quite common among the women here. It was just that the Woodley family had the most buxom full-figured women of them all! Many times, I had to stop myself from staring at the women during the Conventions and church-meetings, since I had never seen women so large before in all my natural life. Now there I was, walking between the tall stalks of corn in the fields, the sun reaching High Noon, and for a while all I could hear was a quiet breeze. But then the calm was slightly broken by what sounded like female moans of ecstasy occurring not too far ahead of me. I decided to quietly approach what I thought was a couple "making out" in the corn fields. When I was finally capable of peeking into the clearing to see where the moans were coming from, I saw the youngest Woodley daughter sitting alone, her dress pulled down to her waist, and a bottle of baby-oil sitting next to her gigantic custom-made bra on the ground. While she fondled and pulled at her thick nipples and huge areolae with her left hand, she had in her right hand a large seven-inch-long cucumber which she passionately smothered between her titanic, lubricated breasts. Each long stroke of the cucumber resulted in one orgasmic moan after another, and all I could do was stand there and watch in passionate awe, eagerly stroking my hard penis with my right hand as I watched her smother and pound the cucumber between her gigantic 50"ZZZ breasts! As the weeks went by, I came to find out that this young woman, Susan, came out to the corn fields regularly for breast-masturbation. Like clockwork, she was always there, smothering, rubbing and pounding the cucumber (or some other long, thick, hard object) between her huge breasts, giving herself multiple orgasms every time. And while she pleased herself, she had no idea that she was pleasing me as well, as I ejaculated plenty of semen from where I stood hidden from her sight. Or so I THOUGHT she had no idea! Quite unexpectedly one Saturday, as she engaged in her "ritual," with me watching her as usual, I was shocked out of reaching my ejaculation when she suddenly spoke in my direction with an amorous tone of voice, saying, "It would feel SO MUCH BETTER with YOUR STIFF COCK BETWEEN 'EM, honey!" Immediately, the fear left me, and was replaced by the insatiable desire to now fulfill my secret lust between this awesome woman’s gigantic, undulating breasts! Like a kid in a candy-store, I immediately approached her from behind the stalks of corn, my pants wrapped around my left leg, and as she leaned back in anticipation of my straddling her waist and chest, I quickly assumed the position, my erect penis standing out in eager anticipation of her sexually-smothering, satisfying breasts. When she brought her titanic mounds together to bury my pulsating penis, and to squash it between her massive Orbs of Ecstasy, the excitement I experienced caused me to ejaculate so furiously that I had to put an equal amount of energy into suppressing a loud scream of ecstasy, so as to not attract anyone passing by (not that anyone would really hear us, as far as we were into the cornfields, but I didn’t want to risk it). The semen that poured forth from my aching-hard penis was almost six times as much as when I was ejaculating from behind the corn-stalks, and both Susan and I moaned with passion as we felt the abundant semen lubricating her deep, undulating cleavage, my penis still erect, thrusting, and ejaculating deep between her breasts, and the semen now finding its way from between her breasts, flowing up her chest and around her neck and shoulders. At first, I thought this new experience of being overwhelmed with such huge amounts of semen would frighten Susan, or worse, nauseate her into shunning breast-sex. Instead, the now-giggling "woman-child" with an innocent smile of pleasure on her face began to rub the warm liquid all over her gigantic breasts as though it were an erotic "lotion," and then lifting each of her massive Orbs to her face, one at a time, she began to lick and slurp at the sex-fluid while completely smothering her face with that breast, massaging the fluid into her face, moaning all the while as she did, and allowing the other breast to be massaged and further covered with semen by my still-erect penis. Now Susan’s ritual of breast-masturbation in the cornfields became a ritual of breast-sex involving both of us, regularly meeting in the same place and at the same time. As the days passed, we began to feel at home in our little "Sanctuary" in the midst of the fields, oftentimes bringing a lunch with us so that we could eat, talk, and rest after our passionate get-together. At times, while we talked and enjoyed each other’s company, I would be massaging and caressing Susan’s big breasts with one of my hands, which usually got her so aroused that she simply HAD to have my hard penis ejaculating between her breasts again. It didn’t take long for us to fall passionately in love with each other, and indeed there was a time I wanted to put my hard penis into her moist vagina. But Susan was a virgin, and she didn’t want to have that kind of sex until she was married. I thoroughly respected her wishes, and married her! @->->-- @->->-- --<-<-@ --<-<-@ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ! ## ## ! ! # # ! ! # # # # ! ! # ## ## # ! ! # # # # ! ! # # # # # ! ! ## # # ## ! ! ## ### ## ! ! # ### # ### # ! ! # ##@### # ###@## # ! ! # ### # ### # ! ! # # # ! ! # ### # ! ! ## ## ## ## ! ! ######## ######## ! ! ## # -=#=- # ## ! ! # ## ## # ! ! # ########### # ! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! @->->-- @->->-- --<-<-@ --<-<-@