0 comments/ 37031 views/ 3 favorites Big Tits By: Sgt. Hartman He loved her pussy and she loved his cock. He loved it when she didn't even want to go out and she was just plain horny. It was something in her voice that he could identify that screamed "I need to get fucked." This was one of those nights. It was in the air and he felt it too. As he got out of shower and looked at the mirror, he saw that his big dick was half erect and swung freely as he dried his hair. I need it tonight he thought, I need to feel that hot, tight pussy and have it milk every last drop of cum out of me. Again, he looked down at this cock and saw that it had a teardrop of cum leaking from the head and a slight throb as if it anticipated being held captive by that sweet love box. Maybe I'll do her from behind tonight, he thought; on the other hand, I do enjoy her showing off her tits to me when she is on top; well, they are really no bad choices here. He had only met his online lover a few weeks ago, but they already had an incredible sex life, she was constantly sucking his dick and he had decorated her with his cum on many occasions. He enjoyed her openness and her love of his dick. She was on the petite side with an ass that would make you groan and C-cup tits with silver-dollar size nipples that were ultra- sensitive. No doubt about it, she was hot and when they were out he would always whisper in her ear what he was going to do to her that night. This made her giggle and smile and always gave her a wet pussy. When she called to confirm a time to come over, he said that he would leave the door unlocked as he had to pick some things from the store and for her to just go in and make herself at home. Their tone was cordial, but both knew by the sound of their voices that they would spend most of the night fucking. He had already left as she arrived at his place and found the door open as expected. He only drove around the corner though and waited for her to go into his house. He gave her a little time to get settled and to have a drink before calling her from his cell to tell her that they messed up their dinner order and it would be close to an hour before he got home. She sounded disappointed, but the apparent buzz she had from the wine indicated that she would survive. Now he jumped into action to carry out his plan. He checked his backseat to make sure that he had the necessary devices to pull off his plan - blindfold, handcuffs and clamps. He waited another 15 minutes or so, giving her time to have another drink or two, and then made his way back to his house. He silently opened the back door, entered and looked into the living room. He saw her sitting in his chair wearing a matching black panty and bra set. The set had a crotch-less bottom and the top had a portion cut out where her big, sexy nipples were peeking out. She looked very content as she idly pulled and twisted on her huge nipples. God, she is hot he thought, look at the size of those tits. I just can't wait to fuck that pussy. He reached into his pocket to pull out the blindfold and handcuffs; he was going to do her right tonight, he thought. As she finished the last drop of wine in her glass and gave her nipples a final tug, he rushed up behind her and covered her mouth with one hand and with his free hand he covered her eyes. He then forced her to the sofa where he leaned up against her back and pushed her towards the rail for the stairs and handcuffed her hands to it. Once she was bound, he secured the blindfold over her eyes. She was whimpering throughout the encounter and now realized the predicament that she was in. She started to sob and then tried to reason with her assailant, "You can have what is in my purse, but just don't hurt me" and, "this is my boyfriend's house and he will be home any minute." She was genuinely fearful and was quickly running out of options. Her attacker had not yet said a word and this was disconcerting to her. "Is this a robbery or what?" she thought, "What the hell could this guy want, and why is he here?" At that point, she felt a stinging slap to her exposed ass and she knew that things had taken a turn for the worse. Again, another slap and her ass felt as though it was on fire, then suddenly, a finger in her pussy and then another. "God, she thought, if I didn't drink all that wine and start playing with myself I wouldn't be so damn wet." Now, the attacker was squeezing her ass and fingering her hot pussy and she knew that her clit was his next target. Then, he stopped touching her and she heard him undressing, "son of a bitch" she thought, "this guy is going to fuck me." Again, she pleaded that her assailant could have everything in her wallet and she wouldn't say anything if he would just leave and not harm her. But the stranger was having none of it, she heard his pants drop to the floor and then she felt him rub his hard cock on her ass. He was spanking both of her ass cheeks with his dick and then he rubbed the head up and down the crack of her ass. She hated to admit it, but in a strange way, this was arousing her. Her nipples were hard and pointy and her pussy was soaked. "Where the hell is that boyfriend of mine?" she thought. He'll take care of this guy and then HE can fuck me. But she knew that none of that was happening; this guy is rubbing his dick all over my ass and acting like he is getting ready to cum. As he was swaying his hips from side to side to have her feel his dick on her ass, he reached around and instantly found 2 very large, aroused nipples. She heard him breathe heavily as he pulled and twisted her nipples, as he was doing this, she gasped and started to lose her breath. He continued to pinch and pull her nipples with more and more intensity. "God that feels good" she thought, if I weren't tied to this damn pole, I might actually be enjoying this. He proceeded to place his dick between her ass cheeks and started to barely touch her pussy lips, that was when he started a milking action on her huge nipples. Her moans gave her away. She was bound to a railing, blindfolded and her ass sticking out obscenely – all could be good things, she thought, under the right circumstance. She was, in fact, a woman who liked to be spanked, who liked to be teased and who liked it when a man was turned on by her big, pointy tits. Suddenly, everything stopped. Her attacker gave her nipples a final tug and released them in a very aroused state. Her pussy continued to leak as he slowly backed off from the sofa. "What is this" she thought, "did he cum?" Truth be told, in her buzzed, horny state, she needed to be fucked. The intruder did, in fact, let her big milkers go and pulled his dick from in between her legs and got off of the sofa. He surveyed his girl and liked what he saw. Bound and blind with nipples erect and a dripping pussy, he decided to make her wait for the dick that he knew that she craved. He went to the wine bottle and poured himself a full glass and sat on the chair that was facing the sofa. A smile spread across his face as she called out to her unknown assailant "did you shoot your load yet?" Next was, "c'mon you can tell me, did you shoot?" That's it, he thought, I am going to finish my glass of wine and make her beg for my dick. He could not speak to her lest he give himself away, but he swore he saw a rhythm and a swaying to her ass as she waited for his next move. He finished his wine, wiped of his mouth with a napkin, and went over to his still captive girlfriend. He started out by rubbing his dick all over her feet and her legs and then rubbed it roughly over her full ass cheeks. He looked around to see if her nipples were still extended and to his delight, they were. She was panting and moaning now and she really didn't care how she looked, she needed to be fucked. His final act to get her ready was to reach down and retrieve the nipple clamps that he had brought with him. He kneeled off to her side and attached one then the other to her huge nipples. She gave a bit of a shriek, but this was something that he knew made her crazy with desire. It seemed to him that she was now ready to be ravaged. He knelt behind her and took hold of his cock and put on his cock ring and pushed through her spread legs and rubbed the head on her clit and around her pussy lips. She was a wanton bitch in heat now and she had to cum - quickly. He thrust into her sopping wet pussy and left his big meat there for her to feel the whole length. As he felt her squeeze him, he reached around and tugged on the chain that held her clamped nipples - she moaned in guilty pleasure. He looked down at her beautiful ass as she was now bucking up against him. He loved how she fucked and she always came across as a woman who understood how to use her pussy. The whole night had pushed him to his sexual limit, he was a man obsessed with his woman's pussy and she seemed to sense this as she rocked back and forth on his dick. After a few more thrusts, she started to moan and whimper and he knew that she was ready to cum. She was a woman who loved to "talk dirty" when she was fucking, especially when she was close to cumming. So it did not surprise him when she started right in with "tell me how my pussy feels, how does it feel to you" and "do you want to shoot a big load for me?" and it was just probably out of habit that she said "pull it out and let me see you cum." She moaned and sighed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He was on the edge of cumming when she heavily breathed "your big dick really turns me on." This put him over the top and it was impossible for him to hold back any longer, he quickly pulled out of her pussy, spun around and kind of half stood next to her on the sofa and pointed his dick at her face. He gave his cock one slow, long caress and pulled off his cock ring and took his hands away from his throbbing dick. His dick was now wildly pulsating with the onset or his orgasm. The first shot of his powerful orgasm was 2 feet in the air and as soon as she felt his cum on her, she immediately opened her mouth as if by reflex. He pulled back and let the cum hit her again and again on her beautiful face, hair and blindfold. She was covered with his orgasm. His orgasm over, he wearily rose away from her, he looked over her cum covered face and body and thought that he had never seen a woman who was any sexier. He took off her nipple clamps and went to get dressed. As he was ready to depart, he went over to her and gave her a final tug on her big nipples and she groaned once more. He put the key to the handcuffs in her hand so that she could free herself and rushed out the back door. He sprinted down the street to his car, got in and quickly sped away. When he arrived at the restaurant, their dinner was almost ready. He sat for a minute while they completed his order and he finished off his drink. Ten minutes later he came through the back door of his house and called out "honey, its dinner time." She had a huge smile on her face and she was dressed in jeans and a top that showed off her big tits; she smelled like she had just got out of the shower, "What took you so long, I missed you" was all that she said as she rubbed the front of his jeans. Big Tits in Norway Thanks for all the feedback with my "Bursting Out" Stories. I worked on this one, my experiences at the ski resort for a year since the language should be in English. Being a young girl with big tits is my story. Even though I am not very old, my boobs are a bigger than any of the tits on my friends. I guess you could say that I was an early developer. I noticed this at around 11 years old because in contrast to my friends, Winnie the Pooh's ears on my pyjamas stuck out in relief - like miniature pyramids. At the same time my nipples widened and for a while encompassed the entire tips of my ice cream cone-shaped tits. During this developmental stage, I thought I was going to behold those pointy nipple-covered bumps my entire life! By the time I was 12 ½, however, the ice cream cones had disappeared, or rather, underwent a metamorphosis towards the more rotund forms of fruits. First they turned into pears, then apples, then grapefruits, and finally, up-turned self-supporting gourds. Now, at 18 years old, my measurements are a bra busting 38D, 22, 32. Yup. Not hugely over-developed for a woman with some fleshy curves, but plenty ripe enough for a long legged skinny teenager with a bubble butt, believe me. Being an over-developed young girl is something everyone notices, not just men. Oh no. I have been propositioned by both sexes, older people, kids, members of the church, friends and neighbours, school teachers, waiters, train conductors, policemen, and even by members of my own family – including uncles, aunts, and cousins! Last year someone took a picture of me at the beach and the photo ended up in one of our Norwegian tabloid magazines. It was of a picture of me with my little sister, Ann Synnove putting suntan lotion on my back. The heading was "Moving into Summer Safely" and the photo was a close up emphasizing lots of cleavage and an erect nipple. But the story I want to tell is about two incidents that happened on the same day last Easter, (Påske in Norwegian). I had been working up in the ski resort about 40 kilometres from our village when the ski lift operator made a pass at me. Jon was a big 35 to 40 year old outdoorsy type of guy – all bravado and muscles but his brain was probably a leftover from the duller side of the planet (if you know what I mean). In other words, he was just about capable enough to work the ski lift without getting himself hypnotized by the passing chairs. After I had worked there about a week, I noticed that every time he took a break, he would come into the cafeteria to buy some chocolate and flirt with either me or Karianne - the other girl who worked in the cafeteria. She was 19 years old, (1 year older than me), and had incredibly good looks with blond, nearly white, straight hair parted down the middle. Typical Norwegian. (Not like me, I have brown hair). Our similarity also included our boobs. Karriane was also well endowed despite her thinness and had big pointy breasts that pushed through her t-shirt like a Barbie doll. I guess two young girls, one blond and one brunette with big tits working together made quite a contrasting pair. Our uniforms consisted of tight white t-shirts and jeans and during Jon's visits his eyes were constantly lowering their gaze in order to check out our tits. He was such an obvious pig in a way but we'd tease him regardless by arching our backs a little when we talked with him so he that could really get a good look at our breasts and nipples to his heart's delight. He was obviously mesmerized by what he thought was the two best stretched t-shirts in southern Norway! Yep. I don't know why, but I had this compulsion to drive him as crazy as possible. Maybe it was a combination of my immaturity, or exhibitionist nature, or the fact that Jon was just so downright obvious in the nature of his lust that one day Karianne and I bought sleeveless singlet t-shirts. Both tops were pretty flimsy and our nipples were fairly transparent. In other words our tits were just "bursting out", (my favorite expression and the name of my two other stories at Nifty!) Perhaps it was a strange thing to wear in a ski cafeteria, but believe me, no one complained! Anyway, the first day we were at work in our sleeveless t-shirts Jon's eyes nearly popped out of his head and the first chance he had he invited me to keep him company in the ski lift during my break. It was a small wooden booth that was both heated and quite comfortable As the skiers went by inserting their tickets, it was his job to see that the lift was running properly and that skiers got on without any problem. After I was inside the booth with him for a while, Jon asked if me if I wanted to come over to where he was sitting to look out the window and watch the people – perhaps I might know someone. We were higher up than everyone outside so although we could see them pretty well, they couldn't really see us. There wasn't much space between his chair and the control console, so he suggested that I kind of sit on his lap. I sat down on the edge of his chair but after a few seconds he complained that my winter bubble jacket was pushing up against his mouth and suggested that I could take it off since it was pretty warm in the ski booth anyway. I knew he just wanted to get a good look at my boobs again but I didn't care. I stood up, unzipped my jacket and flung it on the sofa. As expected Jon's eyes went straight to my tits. I went and sat down again on the edge of his chair and almost immediately his arms encircled me as though to keep me from sliding off. Before long I felt him begin to push his groin up against my bottom. I pretended not to notice but I was pretty surprised by how big his dick felt and how quickly he got hard. Every once in a while he rested his hands on my thighs asking if I was cold, but what he was really up to was to move me tighter onto his crotch so that he could press his stiff pole more firmly into the crease of my butt. Through the soft fabric of my worn- out jeans I could feel his dick begin to throb beneath me and I began to wonder how far he was going to take this. Soon enough he began to bob his leg up and down like he was nervous or something. The result was that I could feel his prick thrust repeatedly against my butt crack in rapid vibrations. It was of course meant to be unintended, but I knew quite well what was going on. Even though I am only a young girl and he was a 40 year old man and fairly unattractive as well, the whole situation was kind of a turn on. As a result, my juices began their natural process of weeping into my panties as though I'd sprung a leak, (I am a horny girl, what can I tell you?) and before I knew what I was doing I found myself involuntarily clenching and un-clenching my butt cheeks together around his cock, obviously letting him know I could feel his hardness. Well, in no time at all he moved his hands off of my thighs to my hips where I felt his fingers reach across my stomach. I sucked in my breath and with a soft, nearly imperceptible touch he began to explore under my shirt with the tips of his fingers slowly moving his hands first across my stomach and then up over my ribs towards my breasts. After a few seconds I became aware of him lightly grazing the undersides of my boobs with his thumbs. I guess he believed that if his touch were light enough I wouldn't notice, or in the very least mind. In fact, just the opposite was happening. His penis was now rock hard and snuggled perfectly between my butt cheeks which continued their assault on his prick, clamping and squeezing along the length of his pole like a hungry animal. In fact, I had a this desire to grind my ass down as hard as possible onto his cock in order to feel it press up against my anus if that was doable, but at the same time it was exciting to hold back a little in order to tease him. In other words, it was more exciting for me to let him discover his own limits. I didn't have to wait long. Soon enough I felt him boldly cup a breast in each hand and then I heard him moan as he lifted each one up and down, weighing them in a fashion through my brassiere. It is quite a turn-on, believe me, to be lewdly squirming on an older man's lap and hear him breathing heavily into your ear as his dick is obscenely throbbing against the crack of your ass while he grapples your tits. The wide areole around my nipples began to contract forcing my nipples into erect piths, - a fact he was quick to pick up on as he unceremoniously began to roll them around his grubby thumb and forefinger. I remember that he was a bit rough, desperately pinching the nipples hard and clumsily through the nylon fabric of my bra. Nevertheless, a small moan escaped my lips encouraging him to grind his cock harder against my ass with much less pretext than before. As I said, my jeans were old and soft, and I could clearly feel the length of his pulsating hot penis rub into my bottom. By this point I was getting more than a little turned on, so that when he jerked my singlet up over my breasts in one quick frenzied movement, I didn't mind in the least! In fact, I even pulled it the rest of the way off. I heard him gasp when he looked over my shoulder and saw the tops of my big oversized tits bursting out over the lacy cups of my brassiere. As he leaned in closer for a better look I reached around behind me and pulled his head down against my shoulder. I could feel his hot breath against the hollow of my neck and then a warm wetness as he began to lick me there, slurping and slobbering all over my skin like a dog. He was giving me little nips with his teeth as well, sucking on my skin with such voracity that I was afraid he was going to give me a love bite. I was about to tell him to stop but then I became distracted as I felt him fumbling around with the back of my brassiere. I was in two minds about letting him continue but the ache in my cunt seemed to be controlling things at this point. As a result, I arched my back to give him better access and suddenly my bra was free. I slid it down my arms and I heard him groan as the objects of his wet dreams were revealed to his lusty gaze for the first time. As my tits sprang free and wobbled away from my chest he bit into my neck, sloshing and licking me until saliva drooled down the slopes of my tits in tiny rivulets of spittle which came to rest against my turgid nipples. At the same time he grabbed hold of both my boobs and pulled me back against him. Squeezing my tits with both hands, he mercilessly began mashing them into my chest, trapping and pinching my nipples between his fingers causing me to cry out. Taking this as a sign of encouragement, he pulled on the tips of my breasts with such force that I suddenly felt myself begin to seep cum uncontrollably into my panties. It was as though he were milking my pussy by pulling on my nipples! When he felt me try to move my legs together in order to increase the friction in my cunt he began to jerk his cock as hard as possible against my rump - all the while using my tits for support. When I felt myself begin to peak, I reached down and put pressure on my clit through my jeans. Seconds later I exploded into an orgasm shaking uncontrollably on his lap. Although my world was spinning around and I was barely conscious, I felt his legs tense dramatically as he pushed me roughly down onto his groin jerking into me repeatedly as he obviously erupted against the crack of my ass. As we both started to relax, I could feel his cock twitch between my butt cheeks in a few final spasms - obviously completing his orgasm. He then relaxed his grip. When he was finished I stood up and put my bra back on, slowly tucking my tits into place with such pageantry that I knew he would keep this as a lasting memory for a long time to come, if you'll pardon the expression. He just had this silly grin on his face, seemingly unsure of what to say or how to react. Not me though. I just looked him straight in the eyes and said, "I expect some free lift tickets out of this". Then, before he knew what was happening, I put on my jacket and went out the door. It was really a turn-on to be with him like that, knowing how much he had been desiring me all season and then making him goo all over his pants. * * * * * When I got back to the cafeteria it was closing time and Kariane was just cleaning up. I was still feeling kind of horny from what had just happened in the ski booth and was planning to go home to masturbate as soon as Karianne and I finished up our cleaning. As we worked, I told her about what had happened in the ski booth with Jon. She couldn't believe I had let him do that, but in the end I think I made her understand that there was really no harm done. Eventually I got her to see the funny side of the whole situation and we laughed and joked about it as we worked. I confessed to her that I was quite sexual and got turned on easily. "In that case," she said, imitating Jon's voice, "come over here and sit on my lap, I need to see if there's enough room in here for my big dick and your humongous tits." I sat on Karriane's lap and she grabbed me around the waist and started dry humping me. I could feel her tits pressing into my back but as I giggled I felt her hands touch the undersides of my breasts, exactly as Jon's had done. I kept acting like she was Jon and encouraged her to grab my tits, which surprisingly she did. It felt so good. I was still pretty sensitive around my nipples from Jon pulling on them and I guess when I murmured "mmmm" Karianne must have known that I wasn't lying earlier when I said that I got turned on pretty easily. Suddenly there was a sexual tension in the air. I had an idea that Karianne wasn't quite sure what to do next even though I was pretty sure she liked what she was feeling since she didn't let go of my breasts. To let her know my idea on the matter in hand, so to speak, I turned my head around and kissed her on the lips. She had the most pliant lips imaginable and when we kissed there was this amazing cushion of softness, like the touching of two marshmallows. Karianne's eyes opened wide in amazement and just stared at me. I kissed her again but this time longer and when she kissed me back it was sweet and tentative, as though we were both experimenting with something new and forbidden. I'd kissed girls before, but I learned later that it was Karriane's first time. Soon enough she began working on my mouth hungrily and with an urgency that I later found out had been escalating since we'd met. When we began using our tongues, Karianne started out timidly at first by just wetting my lips with the tip of her tongue in quick serpent like darts - in the same way that a child tests the flavour of an ice cream. After a while, however, when she felt me trying to draw more of it into my mouth, she extended it so completely I could suck on it like a lollipop. I was so excited I remember even now how I hummed around it, moaning into her mouth as I chewed on it, letting her feel my satisfaction, my hunger, even my gratefulness for the intimate sharing of her first lesbian tongue kiss. After a few minutes I got off her lap. I was shaking and so was she. We both just stood there looking into each other's eyes, sizing up the situation. It was as though we'd come to a moment of reckoning. We'd just been involved in a tempest of frenzied lesbian kissing, moaning into each other's mouths, but now that we'd stopped, our previous momentum seemed to be spinning around us in a dizzying invisible ring taunting us to go on. As I stood there gazing at Karrianes's rising and falling breasts in her slinky little t-shirt, it suddenly occurred to me that I was in the eye of a hurricane but that a continuation of the tempest was inevitable. Karrianne made the first move. She stepped forward and embraced me by wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into her voluptuous body. Our tits squashed together in a cushion of softness- my larger boobs pushing against her own. Our clench was exotic and extremely feminine as our breasts made contact. I could feel her burning nipples boring into mine as we rubbed our tits together, moving them back and forth in order to let our nipples kiss and caress each other through our skimpy little singlets. Karianne soon moved her hands between our bodies in an effort to find a way into my t-shirt. I moved back slightly in order to give her the room she needed. She put her hands under my shirt and when she began to tweak my still sore nipples through the flimsy material of my brassiere, I started kissing her as passionately as I could. I love kissing, but what I really love is tongue kissing. My own tongue is extraordinary long and has always been my secret weapon. I can touch the tip of my nose and the bottom of my chin with it, and when I finally got around to shoving half of its length into Karianne's mouth, her eyes, opened wide in amazement and then narrowed slightly like a kitten receiving a warm cup of milk. She clamped down on it and sucked it in contentedly making little moaning sounds, low and guttural. Every once in a while during our kiss I took the opportunity of carefully extending the length of my tongue further into her mouth, letting her get used to the idea of having a long, snake-like appendage inching its way towards the back of her throat. In this way I hoped to conjure up images of what such a dexterous love-muscle could do inside her tasty little cunt! As she further stimulated my nipples through my brassiere, I began to spear my tongue in and out of her mouth letting her chew and on it as much as she desired. In the end, I had it fully extended and rammed down her throat! When we finally broke for air she looked at me, panting, and said, "my god Jamie your tongue is amazing, how can it be so long, so agile?" Her eyes are a beautiful blue, but right then they were covered with a fine mist, as though she was on the verge of crying. I was getting pretty wet myself, but not in my eyes. Oh no. Further down I was leaking my young cunt juices into my panties and I was pretty sure Karianne was too. When I wedged my knee between her legs she immediately put her weight on it and began to grind her crotch tightly onto my jean-clad thigh. We took up kissing where we left off but right away I began to fuck her mouth with my tongue, moving it between her lips like a snake. As I stretched it out I funnelled it, feeling her own tongue slither inside the fold, caressing its center in a manner that was so seductive I thought I would pass out. It was as though she had her tongue up my cunt. I gripped my tongue tighter around hers' letting her know I liked what I felt. She in turn responded by grabbing me by the back of the head so that our mouths were glued as tightly together as possible, our tongues now fighting a duelling battle of lust in an effort to satisfy the other girl's hunger. All too soon Karianne disappointedly broke off our kiss leaving us both panting and gasping for air as though we'd been underwater too long and had only just managed to reach the surface in order to find the oxygen we needed. Her eyes wandered down to my rising and falling chest which was expanding and contracting in relationship to my palpitating heart. Looking down I saw that my tits were pressed into the fabric of my top like two big balloons, my t-shirt having become slightly damp and nearly see-through from the combined perspiration of our tits which had been squashed together as we made out. With my nipples protruding clearly through the damp material it looked as though I had been in a wet t-shirt contest. Stepping back, I took off my shoes and jeans. I then scooted up onto a workbench, crossed my arms and slowly peeled off my slinky t-shirt. My lacy bra, which was sheer to begin with was now totally transparent, my areole and nipples clearly visibly through the thin nylon. Big Tits in Norway Karianne stared attentively if not lustfully as I arched my back in order to find the clasp of my bra from behind. Once that was accomplished I crossed my arms in front of me again and slowly lowered the cups of my bra, enjoying the effect the un-veiling of my 38 D's was having on my beautiful co-worker. As I pulled the bra away and sat there in only my panties, Karianne was greeted by the sight of my massive tits springing forth from their confinement like two watermelons bouncing on a trampoline. I felt proud as they tumbled triumphantly forward, showing very little hint of sag, spectacularly full, the nipples wide and pink and slightly erect. Karianne gasped, her satisfaction obvious, her eyes opened wide in amazement as though she were seeing something from another planet. Slowly, she moved between my legs and lifted up each of my breasts in turn, weighing them reverently. I could see that she was more than satisfied by their weight and mass and I had a strong desire to just plunge them up against her mouth, but I held back. She rubbed her thumbs over the nipples, making them even stiffer than before. As she pinched and pulled on them I felt a heat travel down to my throbbing clitoris. It felt as though there was an invisible wire from my nipples to my cunt. I lifted up both tits encouraging her to suckle them, knowing full well of their allure, their succulent flavour, (having sampled them myself on occasion in the privacy of my bedroom). She lowered her mouth and began to kiss and slurp on my tit flesh with her swirling swathing tongue, bathing the undersides, the sides, the tops, and even licking between them as though the crevice was made of ice cream. She seemed ravenous with hunger as she enjoyed their bulk and mass, ploughing her way into my breasts moving them up and down, from side to side and against her mouth, forming them into new shapes and configurations, all the while licking my skin like a pussy cat. After a while, she began to focus solely on my nipples, squeezing them greedily into her mouth, teasing, pulling, and gently biting them with her teeth as she switched back and forth between the two, unable to decide on which was the tastier. At one point, she greedily tried to fit both into her mouth at the same time, but the abundance of tit flesh made it impossible so that she was forced to settle on just one. Taking my left breast in both hands, she formed it into an oblong shape so that she could suck on its pink tip in earnest, pulling as much of my nipple into her mouth as possible before gently clamping down with her teeth. As I felt an orgasm begin to approach, I took my other tit into my mouth and we suckled them together. At the same time, she somehow wriggled out of her jeans and began to frig herself off, causing her to moan and bite down more forcefully on my now over-sensitive and swollen nipple. In our frenzied suckling we moved to the same tit and began to french kiss and lick my nipple at the same time. My breasts were now coated with saliva and we found ourselves drooling as we kissed, strands of spit connecting our mouths to each other's lips and draping my now aching and over sensitive nipples in pools of glossy shine. Karriane spontaneously added to the wetness by scooping out some of the goo from her pussy and pasting it on my nipples so that we could both taste her girl cum. It was a lovely fragrance and a real turn on to taste her pussy on the tips of my breasts. There was a chrome refrigerator behind us and I could clearly see Karriane's panty-clad ass in the reflection. Her little butt looked hard and round as it bulged out around the material of her panties which barely covered the crack of her ass. Underneath and lower down it I could see her hand as she furiously worked on her pussy in order to frig herself off. I wrapped my legs around her body, drawing her further in between my thighs. I could now feel her knuckles as she worked on her own pussy. I manoeuvred myself so that my clitoris was pressed against them. At the same time I used the heel of my foot to pry her tight ass cheeks apart so that I could see its reflection better on the refrigerator. I could feel Karriane tense up and then she started cuming, moaning into my mouth as we kissed passionately. She pulled my tongue into her mouth with such violence that we were locked together almost painfully as our lips mashed against each other in a frenzied desperate attempt to become one. The intensity of our passion had the effect of precipitating my own orgasm as I ground my pussy hard against her knuckles. I started shaking and then came all over her hands and knuckles, my thighs damp with the overflow as my cum leaked like a broken dam down my legs. Karriane moaned and closed her eyes as we stopped kissing. I thought she was going to pass out as she lay into me, trembling slightly. At that moment she looked so beautiful that I wanted to see her better, but from behind! I quickly slid off the bench from under her causing her to fall forward – her lovely breasts skidding into the wet slippery surface of my cunt juice, coating their massive undersides with my goo. For a moment I was tempted to go back and lick her tits clean, but then I caught sight of her tight ass sticking seductively up in the air and I was lost. Quickly kneeling behind her I knelt down on the cold kitchen floor and began to caress her firm ass cheeks rubbing my hands all over them, up and down her thin thighs, and further on until I found and then cupped the wet spot between her legs. She parted her legs slightly and I gave her little kisses on the backs of her thighs and then higher up until I felt soft wayward pussy hairs sticking out of her panties tickling my nose. I breathed in her essence and was intoxicated by her femininity. I pulled her wet panties down her thighs and then slowly nibbled my way towards the valley of her ass, its warmth drawing me in, seducing me with its pungent aroma. I stuck my tongue out and began to explore the mysterious crevice of her ass, causing Karriane to slide even further forward – a motion that afforded me with absolute dominance of her precious and extraordinarily formed bubble butt rump. I began to explore her all over, licking with great big flat strokes of my tongue, using it like a paint brush, from the small of her back all the way down to her cunt. As my tongue delved into the half moons of her ass, its tip grazed her asshole. I felt the little ring contract slightly around my tongue tip signalling her reluctance to be penetrated there. Well I knew what I wanted, and believe me I wasn't about to be denied. I wormed my tongue into her rectum slowly inch by inch causing her to moan and clench her ass cheeks together. She started a weak struggle in an effort to make me stop, but I had the advantage. I used all my weight and wrapped my arms around her thighs. Pushing my head into her ass I wiggled my tongue up her asshole as far as I possibly could causing her to moan and then fall forward in defeat. I now began to work in earnest, savouring the smell of her ass, rimming her out and enjoying the tightness of her bubble butt as her asshole began to nip lewdly at my tongue. At the same time, I put my finger up her cunt. I now began to rapidly piston my tongue in and out of her asshole at the same time that I frigged her cunt. I can't adequately describe the taste or sensation of eating out a beautiful young girl's asshole – that is something that needs to be experienced for itself. But believe me when I say that if there is something more exhilarating than having your tongue buried up the tight anal cavity of a sweet 19-year-old Norwegian blond in the cafeteria kitchen of a ski resort, then I don't know what it is. And that's how I made Karrriane cum the second time, with my finger thrusting in and out of her sopping wet cunt and my tongue drilling like a sledgehammer up into the confines of her tight, arid, un-deflowered little virgin butt hole. I will never forget the picture of her in that kitchen when I was done – her white hair slightly damp from perspiration parting her perfect shoulders in exhausted wispy strands, long thin legs splayed in capitulation, panties draped around one ankle, her perfect little ass still perched up high in the air resembling two perfectly round volley balls waiting to be fucked, and her big tits mashed into the chrome kitchen counter top as they spilled out from the sides of her thin frame like two quashed balloons. As I write this, it begins to approach another Norwegian Christmas winter. My older sister Mary is coming home tomorrow and my younger sister has just come downstairs dressed like an elf for the school play. What would that be like you wonder? Have a look at some of my other true stores and find out for yourself! As we say in Norwegian, "God Jul"! Feel free to e-mail me. Big Tits Sex Therapist By Charlie the Wanking Wanker, read by Kingswoman. Copyright © 2013 Charlie the Wanking Wanker and Kingswoman Nota Bene: Charlie has been a supportive fan of my voice from when I posted my first story. He asked (politely) if I could include some more vocabulary on breasts and recently he asked if I might write a story about a sex therapist with big tits. I suggested that he write the story and I would read it and this is the result. I think he did a hot job of the story and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed reading it. KW. (I did make a small mistake on the audio with his name which I haven't got the technical skill to go back and correct; my apologies for this.) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (15.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Being a sex therapist you get to hear all sorts of weird sexual problems from both men and women. Listening to people talking very intimately about fucking and getting fucked certainly has an effect on me. I often get a wet cunt listening to all those explicit details but I stay professional, keep my cool and carry on in an appropriate manner. I'm sure most of the men who make appointments just want to see my enormous 34FF tits bulging out of my blouse as I take these sex therapist sessions, the dirty bastards. I went to work this morning dressed formal: black high heels, black stockings and suspenders, an above the knee skirt and a white blouse with a few buttons undone. I was wearing a half cup bra that put my huge tits up on show and those big fucking tits were just bulging obscenely out of my blouse. I think I need to get a bigger bra, this 34FF bra is getting a bit tight to hold these enormous bastards, I should try out a G cup next time I go shopping. Walking into the office I see Janet. She is the new receptionist I have taken on recently. There is no formal dress code here as I like to have a friendly atmosphere in the office. It appears that Janet likes to wear very short skirts that barely cover her stocking tops, like she is wearing today. HOLY FUCK, I haven't seen her wear a top as low as this before. Janet has large tits, not as big as my enormous fuckers but still really fucking impressive. I thought my fucking tits bulging out of my blouse were obscene enough but Janet's knockers are virtually hanging out of her top. I ask Janet who my first client is this morning and Janet says "Yes, your first appointment this morning Mrs Alltits is Charlie. He is your ten o'clock appointment." "And can you remind me, Janet, what Charlie's problem is please?" I ask. "Yes. He is the compulsive wanker who likes to wank himself off while looking at porn magazines and I think he is the dirty bastard who likes wanking off to magazines with pictures of women with big tits." "Ok, Janet," I say. "Could you let me know when the wanker, OH SORRY, I mean when Charlie arrives please?" "Will do," replies Janet. I go into my office to prepare for my first morning appointment with this poor man who has trouble leaving his cock alone. Putting on my sexy dark rimmed reading glasses, I read up on his notes that have been sent from his doctor's surgery. Charlie Allcock has sexual problems relating to a compulsion to wanking, I MEAN masturbating to pornography, magazines, dvd's, with a common theme: huge fucking tits, SORRY I MEAN women with large breasts. We strongly recommend that this wanker does not have treatment from a female therapist with enormous tits. Oh dear, it's a bit late for that. At that point Janet buzzes me and says: "Charlie the wankpot has arrived Mrs Alltits and the dirty pervert is sat here in the waiting room staring at my huge fucking tits." "Ok, Janet, could you send the horny fucker through please," I say. A knock on the door. "Come in," I say, looking up over my glasses. "Hello, my name is Mrs Alltits and as this is our first appointment this will be more of an assessment than an actual sex session, SORRY I MEAN course session." I offer for Charlie to sit down and I sit down opposite him. "Now then, Charlie, to get started. I need to let you know of a few rules and regulations that we have in our practice. Firstly staring at the receptionist's big tits will not be tolerated, also staring at the therapist's, i.e me Mrs Alltits', enormous tits will also not be tolerated. Just because my blouse has a few buttons undone and my very large knockers are bulging out doesn't mean you can sit there staring at them, do I make myself clear?" Charlie replies: "Yes, very clear," with a wicked grin on his face. I can already see that this fucking bastard is going to be a big problem and need his trousers taking down, I MEAN he will need taking down a peg or two. "Now then in your own words can you tell me the problem you have. You can use sexual swear words if you like, actually I encourage you to use sexual swear words as it is best to offload and openly express your feelings," I tell him, licking my lips. "Ok," Charlie says. "I take it you have a rough idea of my problem as my doctor's surgery has sent you my case notes," the wanker, I MEAN Charlie continues. "Yes that's correct," I confirm. "Well I have this problem where I get a fucking stiff cock when I see really busty women, tits the size of overgrown melons, massive fucking knockers, well developed funbags, big bastard boobs," says Charlie. "YES YES YES" I interrupt. "I get the picture." This dirty fucker has it worse than I thought, this big tits obsessed wanker is going to need some intense sessions to get him back on track. "Plus that receptionist out there, is her name Janet?" Charlie asks. "Yes Janet," I answer, as I make a note. "What a pair of fucking jugs that cocktease has, I was sat in the waiting room looking at those big cunts, that deep fucking cleavage, I was thinking of shoving my hard prick up between those wangers and give her the titfucking of her life", he says. "OK YES YES" I again interrupt. "And spunk all over those big whoppers," Charlie continues. "Right that's enough, let's leave my receptionist out of this," I say in an abrupt manner. "Now tell me about the porn problem." "Ok when I look at porn magazines with enormous tits and juicy wet cunts my cock gets so hard I need to get my cock out and wank myself off. Talking about wet twats and huge knockers gets my dick so big. Looking at your massive tits bulging out of your open blouse gets my cock really fucking hard", says the filthy bastard. "NOW JUST WAIT YOU FILTHY FUCKER WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT WE DO NOT TOLERATE LOOKING AT OR TALKING ABOUT MINE OR MY RECEPTIONIST'S HUGE TITS", I scold. I look over my sexy dark rimmed glasses and see that this dirty bastard has a big bulge in his trousers. The filthy pervert is also trying to look up my skirt as I cross and uncross my sexy shapely stocking clad legs. "Now tell me about your sex drive," I suggest, as I eye up his increasing big bulge. Jesus Christ, his trousers are becoming a fucking tent with that pole sticking up in them. "I do have a very high sex drive. My cock seems to spend more time hard than it does soft," the dirty wanker answers. "So I see," I respond as I look over, adjusting my glasses to peer at the bastard's ever growing erection. I have to confess my cunt is now leaking twat juice into my sexy black and red panties. This dirty prick is succeeding in getting me horny with all this filthy talk, I am having filthy thoughts myself and starting to open and close my sexy legs more than is required for professional purposes. I am sure the filthy fuck can see up my skirt, that I am showing the dirty wanker that I am wearing stockings and suspenders. This is going to make the bastard shoot a shit load of spunk in his trousers. 'That will teach the pervy cunt and embarrass the horny fucker,' I think, opening my legs out a little wider. I look down at the notes that I am taking, well aware that the wanker is looking up my skirt and at my enormous tits obscenely bulging out of my blouse. After a minute or two I glance sternly up over my glasses. I get the shock of my fucking life. The randy little shit has taken out his stiff cock and he has it in his hand and is blatantly wanking that big fucker of a cock. "HOLY FUCK LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT FUCKING THING, WHO SAID YOU COULD GET THAT FUCKING THING OUT, FUCK. YOU REALLY ARE A FUCKING WANKER AREN'T YOU," I say in total awe. The wanker just keeps on wanking that fucking dick. "What's the matter, Mrs Bigtits, are we feeling a bit flushed or do we just have a juiced up cunt?" Charlie says. "THAT'S MRS ALLTITS, YOU FUCKING BASTARD. I'VE NEVER KNOWN SUCH A FILTHY FUCKING PRICK IN ALL MY LIFE. I'VE KNOWN SOME WANKERS BUT YOU'RE THE BIGGEST WANKER OF THEM ALL," I scream at the dickhead. I desperately hope Janet realises that it is sometimes important to pretend to lose your professional cool with these fucking wankers and does not think anything of what she must be hearing. "King of the wankers," Charlie says sarcastically. "FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARD," I shout. He is still wanking himself off. By now I am furious, horny and in desperate need of a good fucking. The tosser with his hand going furiously up and down his impressive cock, he sure has one big fucking cock. He needs a lesson all right! I get up and walk over to my desk, toss my glasses onto it (luckily they don't break even though they bounce off onto the floor). I rip open a drawer and snatch at one of the condoms bulging out of it, of which in my professional capacity I of course have a large and varied supply. Then I walk back to the bastard, hitching up my skirt over my stockings and pulling my soaking wet black and red panties to one side. "Come on you dirty fucker get that fucking cock up my cunt you prick," I say desperately. "I just want cock you cunt-teasing wanker!" I rip open the packet and roll the XXX large condom onto that huge piece of meat, hurriedly following up with my wet juicy twat. "OH FUCK YES OHHH FUCK ME YES, YOU BASTARD, YOU FUCKING WANKER" is all I can say as that long length of cock slips up into my sopping wet cunt. "FUCKING WOW" I say as his hard dick fills my stretched fuckhole. The wanker is pulling my blouse open and my huge tits spill out in the dirty cunt's face. This tits obsessed fucker absolutely loves that so I lean forward to punish him by pressing the big motherfuckers all over his face. The filthy fuck is grabbing and groping at my enormous tits as I bounce up and down on his meaty fuckpole. I am getting royally fucked, Charlie's cock is covered in my cunt juice and fuck is my cunt juicy! "Come on, you cunt. Fuck me, fuck me harder, impale me on this fucking cock of yours. You are one dirty bastard!" I say furiously, as I see that he is only getting enormous pleasure out of my shoving my huge knockers hard into his face. As my enormous tits shove into Charlie's face he pants: "So what is the conclusion to your assessment Mrs Alltits?" "You're a big tits obsessed prick in need of some very intense therapy sessions," I reply, as I fuck his rigid tool as hard and fast as I can go. Wow I am getting one serious fucking! I am close to cumming and I know this bastard is very close to spunking, the wanker is giving my large tits one hell of a workout now, he has replaced his face with his hands and is massaging those fuckers so that my whole body is tingling. I begin to have an intense and enormous g-spot orgasm on this fucker's big rock hard cock, "OH YES YOU FILTHY FUCKER, SPUNK ME UP, YOU HORNY BASTARD. THAT'S IT, YOU TWAT, SPUNK UP MY FUCKHOLE" I scream out as I come in a great spurting ejaculation all over that big cock. Charlie the Wanker holds onto my enormous tits for dear life as I feel his cock throb and shoot a huge load of spunk out. I climb off of the wanker, taking care to hold the XXX large condom in place, and Charlie's big cock slips out of my cunt. My cunt juices drip out of my fuckhole, through the red and black panties and onto the carpet and I pull off the condom and just chuck that down there too for the cleaning lady to sort out later. Charlie puts that big pole back into his trousers and I straighten my skirt and struggle to get my huge throbbing well-massaged tits back into my blouse. "Ok, you wanker, see Janet on your way out and make an appointment for next week. Uh, tell her I don't want to be disturbed for another hour too," I say in a trembling voice, as I sit back at my desk. I open a drawer and pull out my big 12 inch dildo. "Tell Janet that I've got a lot of paperwork to do on your case, now fuck off and I'll see you next week, wanker," I say, as I give my big dildo a meditative lick and the wanker a wink. THE END Big Titted Horny Neighbor Truly and simply a story of fantasy. None of the names are real as related to me and I’m defiantly not the boy, but I’m sure most of us men would like to have been him. ********************************************** Chapter one: By the time I’d turned fourteen my hormones had kicked in and sex was becoming an obsession with me. At every opportunity I would do anything to sneak peeks at my older sister in the shower or her bedroom. I even went so far as to try seeing my mother. Both mom and sis were very well endowed and large breasts were my passion. Suffice to say I seldom scored in the peeking department, but more than once my sister slapped my face so hard I saw stars for the next fifteen minutes. By the time I was sixteen the empty house next door was finally occupied. A husband and wife in their mid-thirties had bought it. I quite naturally took special delight in the woman since she was what could be called overly endowed chest wise. Her husband, on the other hand, was something else. My parents sister and I couldn’t stand to be around him. Seems he had a very bad habit of being a loud mouthed drunk and wouldn’t hesitate to punch his wife for any small infraction of whatever rule of his she had broken. It was so bad he didn’t care if anybody was watching or not. Most times he would simply slap her face three or four times, but more than once I saw him double up his fist and punch her body. Once, late at night when everyone else was asleep, I heard a loud commotion coming from their backyard. Peeking out my bedroom window I saw him using her body for a punching bag. Again and again his fist would be buried deep into her stomach, then he would grab her hair forcing her to stand. Then he would punch her overly large breasts and I could hear her trying her best to keep from screaming. To our great relief he soon left and we found out later she had called the police, had him thrown in jail and divorced him. As time passed Chris, the neighbor woman’s name, kept mostly to herself. Once in a while we would see her going to work or coming home. A couple of times, when we were having a cook-out, she would be invited just to be neighborly. Other wise we kept our distance. Even so I would see her in her backyard pool or sunning herself and later fantasize in the privacy of my bedroom sans clothes and sporting an aching erection. I can’t tell you how many times I abused myself ejaculating to the vision of her. To my great distress nothing more ever seemed to happen and Chris was only polite on the few occasions we would meet. At the time of this writing I’ve passed my nineteenth birthday and, sad to say, I still remain a virgin. It wasn’t from lack of trying, mind you, but the all the girls I’ve dated and gotten past first base with have refused to go any further. Oh sure, I’ve kissed and petted and even gone so far as to have my hands on most of them, but when they began to respond and find what’s between my legs they would all but run away screaming. Sure, now you must be thinking I’m some kind of freak with a schlong fit only to be on an elephant or at the least a horse. Well, nothing could be further from the truth. Fact is most of the girls I’ve been dating were just as much virgins as was I and, I suppose, would account for their actions. I know it’s really not a very good style of writing and things may very well be out of context, but the time has come to let you know the what and wherefores about Chris and myself. Besides it’s my story and I’ll tell my way. First, I’m now nineteen and really quite good looking. I stand six foot six in my stocking feet and weight right about two sixty five. I have broad shoulders and narrow hips. Sound sort of familiar? Well, you can save me a ride to the mine and they call me Big John, really. No, I don’t work in the mines but most of my life I’ve been called Big John. Must be because I’ve always been so much larger than any other kid around. Now for what Mr. J. Dean didn’t tell you. Nestled neatly between my thighs hangs three things. First my penis and below it my testicles. Male manliness wise, and I’ve taken measurements, I sport a proud nine inches of swinging meat and easily as thick as four fingers put together. The drooping sack holds a pair of walnut sized orbs that seem to always be working to produce the thick white fluid a lot of women crave to drink, or have splattered all over their naked bodies or just love to feel filling them inside. OK, it’s spunk, cream, jizzim, man juice or just plain cum. Whatever you want to call it I’ve got it and more, I dare say, than most. Now to let you in on Chris. Guys, you’re gonna love this one. To begin she’s about thirty seven and drop dead gorgeous. I mean her looks and beauty would easily knock your eyes out, but here comes the best part, her body. She’s tall, well sort of standing five feet eight inches and my guess weighing about a hundred twenty pounds. Don’t let that throw you just yet. Her hair is blacker than the inside of a coal mine yet long down below her waist and very silky soft. She has deep brown eyes so sultry and hot they could melt the largest iceberg, even enough to have saved the Titanic had she been there. Her neck was long and slender made for kissing and loving, or it seemed to me then as now. Looking lower she had shoulders well set for her height and weight yet they seemed so broad as to take on the worries and troubles of the world. Gonna throw you a curve now and skip down a bit. Chris’s waist was almost to narrow to mention. Most men could have easily taken hold of it and find their fingers touching together. Below were he hips and so very nice they were as they spread with comfort but not nearly enough to be called wide. While not matronly nor skinny in her childless state they could only be described as comfortable with just the right amount of flair. Legs. Have you ever really noticed a woman’s legs? Hers were to die for, long and slender and so very sexy. I’ve seen them from thigh to calf to ankle to foot and only one other part of her body would keep me from fixating upon them. Ah, now I have your attention and that’s why I kept the best for last. Her bosom. Without any doubt Chris possessed the most magnificent large, no, huge pair of breasts I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. While my mother and sister are both very well stacked, and I’ve gotten brief glimpses of both, they couldn’t begin to compare with Chris. Even while wearing her largest and most loosely fitting tops she couldn’t hide what had to be captured in a specially designed and built custom holding harness and that including the two piece bathing suit would wear while swimming or sunning. In my mind I pictured and saw her bust size somewhere around 42DD but found out soon enough just how wrong I was. Chalk it up to adolescence and a lack of reality. In reality, and I checked one of her bra much later, she measured 46E and was still easily able to stand erect. I never once heard her complain of back pains, probably because she was constantly working out toning and fine tuning her already voluptuous body. OK, so now you know a little something about Chris, her looks and her body. But now you ask so what? What’s all that got to do with my story besides something to think about and masturbate over? Well, be patient and read on, I’m sure you’ll like it. Like I said before, I was nineteen. It was just before my twentieth birthday my whole life changed. It was early summer and we had just gotten our own pool installed. Three months I watched and waited and the ground was dug making a big hole. Then came the plumbers did their thing with pipes and such and a crew came to lay in the re-bar. Next came the shot create gang and they were followed by the deck guys. After the landscaping was done and all the work finished my folks threw a huge block party to wet down the new pool. Needless to say Chris was invited, not just because she was our neighbor and my folks didn’t want any hard feelings, but because we had mysteriously become closer. What now follows is a train of events that started on that most memorable of nights. (At this point, dear readers, you will obviously find my writing switching from first person to third to second to fifth to fourth and back again to first or whatever. Please bare with me as I try to tell what happened as best I can.) Chris was but only the fourth of the women present aside from my mother and sister and they, for all accounts of this story, didn’t count. After showering and taking various liberties with myself so as to be more presentable I slipping on my swimming trunks and made my way to the backyard. By now the party was in full swing, the music flowing soft and sweet. Smells from the Bar-B-Q filled the air and I could easily detect the odor of alcohol from the many drinks and abundant amount of beer. I couldn’t have been happier knowing my sister wasn’t going to be joining us. Seems she had some hot date that couldn’t be postponed. The food was great. Ham, chicken, turkey, steak and even shrimp and lobster was served. All in all it was the best cook-out we’d ever had and we’d had more than most. I was stuffed and relaxing in one of the new lounge chairs trying to keep my eyes from wondering over the well stuffed swim suit Chris was wearing. It must have been new since I couldn’t recall ever seeing her lounging alongside her own pool while wearing it. Wow, what a hot number it was. While the bottoms seemed decent enough the top was something else altogether. I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened it she had actually gone in the water. The material was so thin it almost didn’t keep her chest covered. Naturally most of the men were drawn to her like moths to light and just as naturally their wives were constantly hovering over them pulling them to anywhere she wasn’t. Myself? I left the party twice in order to go to my room and take care of things, if you get my drift. Hey, almost twenty and still a virgin? What the hell would you do? Well, the party was over and only my parents and Chris were left in the backyard. Mom had picked up a bunch of garbage telling Chris to not get up and Dad was fiddling around with something to do with the new pool. Suddenly there was Chris right before me, her eyes hooded. They seemed to be almost smoking as she looked down to the point of boring holes into my very being. Seeing her hands moving as they were my eyes were glued to them. I saw her fingers deftly pulling at the straps of her top as my crotch tightened. Could it be, I wondered. It was the most far fetched thing a young man could think of began to happen. Chris slowly slipped one strap from her shoulder allowing it to dangle over her arm. Suddenly I was presented with the sight of her moving the cup from her right breast down. While fully in place there was little left to thing or imagine, she was now showing even more. Inch after inch of her breast flesh was becoming exposed until the barest hint of an areola was showing. Medium red it was the surrounding tissue freckled with tiny bumps. With all the slowness and tease of a professional Chris moved the cup lower until she presented half of her huge massive breast. For the first time I saw the nipple that capped the wonderful globe I’d so many times abused myself over. Between my legs, beneath the unfortunately tight swimming trunks I’d worn, sprouted my organ filling the front obscenely. I know my face turned crimson red for I could feel the heat. “I’ve been watching you John,” she said softly in her silky voice. “I’ve watched you for several years, but only in the last few months have I really taken notice. You’re young, handsome and, by what I‘m seeing, very ready for more from life. “I hope this little show doesn’t put you off. It’s my hope and desire it will bring you out and to me, that is if you’re interested.” With that said Chris pulled up her top and re-covered her part nakedness. There were no more words spoken between us. I had seen just a hint of her body and she in turn, as I had noticed, seen my reaction. The front of my trunks was so forcibly stretched and bulging even a blind person could have seen it. “Come see me tomorrow, John.” Her voice was so soft it was like a whisper. “Tomorrow, dear John, come to me and you’ll never regret it.” I sat transfixed watching her all but naked buttocks swivel as she left making her way home. Inside my swim trunks swelled the most enormous rock hard erection of my young life and at her unspoken word echoed though my head I knew I couldn’t take it upon myself to relive the sudden pain and pressure. Instinctively I knew I was to wait till the morrow for the fruits of passion to at long last be tasted and felt. That night was perhaps the longest of my life. Time and time again I relived the brief sight of her one almost naked breast and wondered of what she was hinting. God help me, I thought all through that most tortuous of nights, should she be only teasing me. In my mind I had already conjured up so many thoughts and what punishment I would exact of she were but toying with me. Chapter two: The day dawned bright and clear. In the sky shown the hot bright sun filling the cloudless sky. Hot gusts of wind caressed the land as if trying to reclaim what man had taken from it. Whirls of wind swirled up more dust devils than I had ever seen before yet nothing could keep from my appointment with destiny. After showering to remove the stench of my nightly sweats, only in part from the heat and most from sexual frustrations, I dressed in ragged cut-off Levi shorts and a simple tank top. Now, my mind offered, let’s see if she meant just what she had said the night before, or was it simply the drink. With utmost trepidation I entered her backyard and approached the ornate French back door. Before I could even knock the door swung wide and there before me stood the most magnificent woman in my entire world, that of Chris. “Welcome,” she said softly. “Welcome and please come inside.” If it were at all possible I’m quite sure my jaw would have dropped and easily broken all my toes. There before me stood Chris, so inviting, so sexy and so under dressed. Yeah, underdressed was what I said an meant. It I thought her swim suit the night before was revealing, what greeted my eyes was just that much better. Sure, she wore cut-offs like me, but hers were so much better. The snap at the top wasn’t fixed and the way the way they rose almost like being forced and pulled tightly between her so voluptuous thighs brought a new heightening to my sex arousal and desires. Her top, if you could call it one, barely covered her so massively protruding chest. My chest tightened, my breathing all but stopped as she moved to one side allowing me access. As I began to move passed her I was forced to turn sideways my eyes never leaving the sight of her chest. The lower skin of her breasts were slightly exposed helping me rise to the occasion. The doorway was narrow and try as I could I wasn’t able to slip passed without my chest brushing lightly across her breasts. I felt the instant hardening of her nipples through the thinness of my shirt as they raked over me. At that point there was nothing that could have prevented my organ from growing and it most certainly was doing just that. “My, my, I see not much has changed from last night,” Chris said softly after closing the door and leaning her back against it. She had bent one leg and seeing her like that was so provocative. My cock became more pronounced and I suddenly felt cool air lightly caressing the swelling head. Looking down I was instantly embarrassed to see it poking two inches beneath the leg of my shorts. “I, I’m sorry Chris,” I managed to weakly stammer attempting to hide myself. “This has never happened to me before. I just don’t know what’s gotten in me.” “Well, if it’s any consolation I’m impressed and pleased you find me attractive enough to show your reaction. Besides, young man, it’s not what’s gotten in you but what I’m hoping will be getting into me.” Chris was openly staring at my rapidly growing cock while she licked her lips. “Actually you really do look uncomfortable. Here, let me help you.” I was extremely astonished to see her sinking to her knees in front of me. Her long fingers quickly made short work of opening my shorts and she slipped them down my legs. Instinctively I stepped out of them as she wrapped her fist around my almost fully erect cock. A few clear drops of pre-cum oozed from the slit and I gasped out loud as her tongued snaked out and lapped them up. I was momentarily paralyzed as her lips opened wide and she slipped them over the huge thick bulb of my now rigid prick. For what seemed and eternity, but was really only a few seconds, I watched Chris’s head move down and inch then back up until she released me with a loudly resounding pop. “Mmmmmm, I do love the feel and taste of an erect cock in my mouth. Now let’s see how well it fits here.” Because of her height what she did next was very easily done. Without exposing herself she slipped my throbbing cock beneath her scanty top nestling it between her huge breasts. Her hands went to each side as she began to slowly move her body up and down, effectively using her breasts to massage my cock. The feeling was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Her skin was burning hot and I felt more pre-cum liquid oozing out making her skin slick. “Tasting a hard hot cock in only my second most loved thing about sex,” Chris cooed. “Right now this is the third. Feeling your cock between my tits and loving they way it’s throbbing. Now pull my top off and watch as your cock slides between my tits.” I look back on the event now and realized I was harsher than intended. My fingers gripped the thin material and almost ripped it to shreds as it left her body finally exposing her naked chest to me for the first time. Seeing my cock tightly clinched between her massive mounds excited me more than ever as her hands went back to their sides and pressed them even more tightly around my shaft. Again her body began moving up and down as more and more of my pre-cum began to coat her skin. I felt rather than saw her tongue lapping the head then her lips taking the bulb between them. My balls began to quiver as my knees grew weak. “Chris,” I exclaimed with a certain amount of fear. “I can’t keep it back any longer. I’m going to cum.” I felt it best to warn her so she could take my cock from her mouth, but she surprised me. She let go of her boobs and cupped my large cum filled balls with one hand and tightly gripped the base of my shaft with the other. Because of the angle she was only able to take maybe three or four inches of me orally, but she used her hand to pump while bobbing her head. The shock was more than I could take as the first of many hot thick gobs of my seed erupted. I heard Chris moan as her mouth filled sending vibrations all the way to my cumming balls. Over and over I sent huge thick ropes of my cream into her mouth as she worked hard and fast to swallow it. As my eruption began to subside I saw only tiny trickles of thick white liquid oozing from the corners of her mouth and I knew she had taken all I had to give. My knees buckled and I was suddenly laying in a heap beside her. “Ah, now that’s what I call a good way to start the day. Yes, drinking young hot cum and loving the way you’re still hard. Now it’s time to fill up another opening.” Chris stood up and quickly shed her shorts allowing me to look up at her now naked body. God what a beautiful sight. Her legs were spread open and I saw her almost hairless pussy slick with her own juices. It was my first sight of a woman naked between her legs and while I had seen pictures there is nothing to compare with the real thing live and direct. The lips were thick and puffed with excitement and I saw something most unbelievable. Her clit stuck out well over and inch and reminded me of a tiny as yet developed penis. Still staring as her open sex Chris knelt over my half naked body and slowly lowered herself to me. She lightly held my still erect cock rubbing the head around and between her wetness making me slick. Her hips moved lower and I felt my first time going inside a woman. Big Titted Horny Neighbor How does a virgin explain the feeling? Her opening was soft, wet and so very hot as more and more of my shaft slipped inside. She was tight and that made it feel even better, although even had she been loose and sloppy I wouldn’t have cared. Her wet sleeve clung tightly around my shaft as she continued to take more and more until finally all nine inches was firmly and deeply buried in her body. For a few moments neither of us moved, we just savored the erotic feeling. “Yes,” Chris moaned with delight. “It’s everything I imagined and more. Your cock is filling me so full and I love it. This is my most favorite of all ways of having sex. Having my tits and mouth fucked are great, but nothing beats having a hard hot cock filling my juicy cunt. Now you just relax as best you can and let me do all the work. I want your first time to be your best. Don’t be bashful,” she admonished as I simply lay still. “Love having my tits sucked and played with while having a cock fucking me.” Now I ask you, was that an invitation or what? I wasted no time using my hands to feel those huge massive firm globes she presented to me. Chris leaned closer and I raised my head taking in first one rock hard nipple then the other. She was firmly grinding her pelvis to my groin and moaning all the time. I knew from all the reading in the past she was rubbing her clit over me and bringing herself towards a climax. Harder and harder she ground into me until her breathing became so ragged she was gasping for air. Suddenly she raised straight up and I felt the hot flood coming from her body soaking my fully embedded cock. I felt the hot juices running down my shaft and over my balls as Chris’s body went suddenly rigid. It was her orgasm and even though I had cum only a few minutes before, my youth took over. My cock swelled thicker as she began bouncing her body. I was sliding in and out as she worked herself towards another orgasm. It hit her at the same time as did mine. My cock gushed again sending thick streams of my ball cream deeply into her tightly gripping cunt. I felt her muscles working and milking my shaft pulling the cum from my rapidly draining balls. When we were both spent Chris collapsed on to of me and I loved the feel of her huge tits being mashed hard to my chest. We lay there for a time gasping for air and slowly coming down from our sexual peak. Finally Chris worked up enough energy to lift her body while still keeping her cunt over my all but limp cock. Thick gooey liquid, my sperm, oozed from inside and completely covered my groin. I watched as she slid down and began licking and sucking up the mixture of our fucking. Yes fucking. We didn’t make love, at least not right then, but we fucked. When she had cleaned up the mess she helped me to stand. “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me,” she said quietly. “Please don’t be a stranger. I’d love to have you in me again, but I think you had better get home before somebody starts looking for you.” Still naked she opened the back door. Again I had to turn sideways to get passed and gave both her huge tits and firm squeeze as I left. Chris lightly kissed my cheek I knew right then there would be other times with her. She was my first, the one to take my cheery and allow me to no longer be a virgin. As I went back home I couldn’t remember if my feet ever touched the ground.