11 comments/ 43549 views/ 9 favorites Big Tit Desire By: RachealKw I have always been self-conscious of my tits. Quite large with sensitive nipples, they are wonderful playthings and look scrumptious in a good bra. My breasts, however, are the quintessential 'natural' breasts. Released from their underwire-bound restraints, they are heavy, full, and jiggle at the slightest touch or movement. I always envied the round, proud fake tits I see at the beach or in my favorite porn. I felt mine were inferior because they were not firm and unmoving. Until the other night with you. I brought you home with me. As I fumbled with my keys, you squeezed my tits, grinding your hard cock against my ass through our clothing. All night it was apparent you couldn't wait to get your hands on my breasts, and the moment had finally arrived. The second we were inside, you ripped off my shirt and pulled my bra straps down off my shoulders, releasing my tits into your hands. Usually I keep my bra on during sex whenever possible. In fact, I keep a bra on pretty much all the time, even sleeping in a sports bra. This sudden exposure of the girls to your waiting gaze made me uncomfortable. I reached for the lightswitch, one hand moving to cover what I was sure would be a disappointment to you. Without moving your eyes from my breasts, you turned the light back on and moved me away from the switch. We were still both completely dressed, except for my bared breasts. You sat on the edge of my bed and drew me close. You pulled my shoulders until I was leaning over you. My tits fell against your face. You moaned into them, lifting them with your hands as you buried your face between them. Your thumbs circled my nipples, hardening them further. I forgot my inhibitions as the pleasure of your touch and of your desire washed over me. I wrapped my hands around the back of your head, pressing you into my breasts. My pussy ached, but this was so good it could have gone on forever and I wouldn't have minded. I gasped as you gave a little pinch to my left nipple, and I loosened my hold on your head. You pulled your head back and stared again at my tits. This time your attention does not make me reach for the lights. Instead, I flush all over in response to the look on your face. You looked into my eyes; you saw me watching you. Staring directly into my face, you lifted my left breast – the one you had pinched – up to your mouth. Your tongue circled my nipple. I whimpered. Then, keeping your eyes on mine, you drew my nipple deep into your mouth. Your other hand worked my right nipple between your fingers as you squeezed my breast. It was too much to fit in your hand. Suddenly, with a wink and a pinch, you drew away from me. You stood up, then gently shoved me down onto the bed. You removed my shorts and panties, as well as my bra that was still loosely hooked around me. I lay naked on the bed, legs closed demurely, arms over my head to enhance my tits. You stood beside the bed, staring at me as you removed your own clothes. I could see the tasty drop of liquid on the tip of your cock. It was so hard that just looking at it made me flush all over again. You lay down on top of me and touched the tip of your tongue to each nipple before rolling me over on top of you. You pushed me into an upright position before thrusting your cock into me. My pussy was so wet by this time that no preamble or gentility was required. You were fucking me hard and fast, and I was slamming my pussy down on you hard and fast to match. I had my eyes closed, moaning and crying out with the pleasure of your cock inside of me. I became aware, however, of my tits bouncing, slapping against my skin as I rode your cock. I moved my hands up to support my breasts and I felt your hands reach up and pull mine away. I opened my eyes and looked down at you. Your eyes were focused on my tits, watching them bounce and sway with the rhythm of our fucking. You released my hands, returning yours to my hips, thrusting me down on you. Your eyes never left my breasts. I started riding you more energetically, moving my body to make my tits bounce and jiggle as much as possible. I reached up with my hands, but this time I gently tweak each nipple, hardening them, before placing my hands behind my head. At this display, your eyes became darker. You moaned and your thrusting became heavier. Your reaction to my breasts sent me over the edge. I screamed and shuddered as the orgasm washed over me. I kept my eyes on you, watching you watch my breasts shake with the power of my orgasm. You shoved me down on your cock so hard it hurt as you came inside of me. For the first time in years, I slept without a bra on, bare-breasted, with the air conditioning teasing my nipples. In the morning we said our goodbyes but made plans to get together again that night. As I got up and started to get ready for the day, I thought maybe I should leave my bras in the drawer, and let my big beautiful tits be free. I donned a thin t-shirt and started to get things ready for another date that evening. Big Tit Desire Ch. 02 Since your worship of my large heavy breasts last night, I have become enamored with them as well. Before last night, I always wore a bra – even when alone or sleeping – and kept my breasts restrained and covered. I was ashamed of the movement and weight of them, wishing instead for perky, gravity defying tits. Last night you taught me that the movement of heavy full breasts is highly erotic. Today I need to do some housework. For the first time since my teen years, I decide to wear a shirt without a bra. I slip on a t-shirt and a pair of panties, and I start to make the bed. My breasts feel so big and heavy freed from their usual restraints. Every time I move, my tits sway. My nipples brush against the fabric of my shirt, which keeps them ever so slightly hard. There is one full-length mirror in my apartment, on the outside of the bathroom door, and every time I pass it, I can see my dark, hard nipples pressing against the flimsy, almost transparent pink fabric. My morning is filled with little sexual movements. I lean against the washing machine as it finishes the spin cycle, enjoying the vibrations on my pussy. I bend way over as I vacuum, imagining you coming up behind me. I straddle the arm of the sofa as I fluff the cushions. Most of my fun, however, is from the constant stimulation of my tits. I have never been so aware of them. They hang away from me as I bend over and press against the counter as I reach to clean the far corners. Every time I raise my arms, I 'accidentally' brush or flick my nipple. I keep passing by the mirror, seeing my nipples grow darker under the fabric. I can also see my dark pink panties becoming moist. As the morning continues, I stop any pretext of accident or casual touching. I openly fondle my tits, squeezing the nipples, lifting them with my hands. I am getting less and less housework done. Finally, as I am doing the dishes, I abandon the housework altogether. The water splashes on me some while I am washing up, and I look down at myself. My shirt isn't white, but it is thin. I splash a little water over one nipple. The fabric clings to me and becomes almost completely transparent. The sight of my nipple, barely shadowed by the wet shirt sticking to it, growing harder as the moisture causes a chill, makes my pussy ache. I turn on the water full-blast, as cold as it will go, and spray it all over my chest. My shirt is entirely stuck to me, hugging every curve, illuminating every detail. It's very cold in the apartment, and my nipples proudly strain at the fabric encasing them. I walk to the mirror. I watch myself reach up and play with each nipple, then slide one hand down underneath my panties. I have one hand on my cold, hard breast. My thumb and forefinger lightly circle my nipple. My other hand is in my dripping hot pussy. My juices run over it. I flick my clit lightly, just lightly. My breathing is ragged and my face is flushed. My knees go weak. I strip off my soaked panties and sit on the floor in front of the mirror, legs spread, pussy on display. I lean back as I shove my fingers deep inside. I am remembering how you watched me last night, how your eyes devoured my tits as they bounced in rhythm with our fucking. I try to elicit the same type of movement, but it is not the same in this position. I slam my fingers into my pussy over and over, my palm hitting my clit hard enough to bring pain. My breasts sway beautifully, but they do not move the way they moved for you. Sweating and aching, I decide to consult my toy chest, stopping along the way to grab a piece of ice to rub on my nipples. Ohhh, the cold draws my nipples so tight it's almost unbearable. I open the closet door, bending deeply to open my demure white and pink foot locker in which I keep all my special friends. Digging through the toy chest, I select a large rubber cock with a suction cup on the bottom of it and return to the mirror. I have attached this cock to a table before, but today I try something new. I affix the rubber cock to the wall opposite the mirror. I get on all fours, facing the mirror, the cock attached to the wall behind me. I test the height. It takes a little adjustment, but eventually I get the cock in the exact right position. I stand and strip off my shirt. I am now standing nude in front of my mirror. My nipples are dark and hard. My pussy is dripping. My tits are quivering with my breath. I lower myself once again to my hands and knees facing the mirror. The tip of the rubber cock is just pressing against my soaking wet snatch. I slide my pussy backwards onto the rubber cock. I am so wet, but the cock is quite large so I have to go slowly. I watch my breasts rock gently as I press my pussy against the cock. It goes a little farther in with each rocking motion until finally it is buried completely in my pussy. I close my eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of it. I then open my eyes and watch myself fuck the cock. I start with slow strokes, rocking back onto the cock, feeling every inch of it enter me. My tits rock with the motion, hanging below me, and heave with my hard breathing. I speed up, watching the motion of my tits change with every thrust. Soon I am slamming my pussy into the cock, feeling it fill me again and again. My tits are slapping against my body, pounding with every thrust. Once again I think of your eyes on my tits as your cock slams into me. I hit orgasm suddenly. I cry out loud as the waves rush through me, feeling my dripping pussy gush and throb all over the cock. I never take my eyes off my tits, though. They shake, almost vibrate, with the force of my orgasm. I slide my pussy off of the cock and lay on the floor panting. I have the most wonderful idea. After a moment I get up and collect my things. My t-shirt is now dry. My panties are not. I pull the shirt on, and then step into a pair of shorts. I don't bother putting on panties. I grab my keys and my purse. I've got shopping to do. Big Tit Desire Ch. 03 For the first time in my adult life, I leave the house without a bra on. It is because of your hungry devouring of my breasts last night that I now feel proud of them. I am not strapping them down or containing them under layers of underwire and nylon. They swing free and heavy under my thin t-shirt. As I enter the mall, the gush of ultra-conditioned air hardens my nipples. This sends a light shock through my body, and I gasp, then smile. The mall is nearly empty this time of day, but I do get a few sideways glances (and a couple of open stares) as I make my way to the fancy lingerie store. Instead of making me feel ashamed or wanting to cover up, this attention just makes me feel proud and slightly aroused. I smile at one of the open-starers and give my tits a little shake. Walking into the store, I pass by the supportive-yet-frilly bras and the romantic-yet-covering chemises that make up my standard fare. I head straight to the wall of risqué items, things I'd never considered wearing because they would show too much of my body. I browse through crotchless panties, cupless bras, revealing corsets. I select a few items, getting moist once again just thinking about it, and head for the dressing rooms. Inside the dressing room hallway is a very attractive young couple. The place is otherwise deserted. I see his eyes follow my tits as I walk past to get to a room. I close the door and can hear the light murmur of their conversation outside my door. I remove my shirt, tits bouncing free, and try on the first item. It is a black latex bra, but it isn't much of a bra because it leaves my tits exposed. The latex barely supports the bottom of them. My nipples are just above the top edge of the bra, fully exposed and still hard even in the heat of the dressing room. I hear the door beside me close and realize the girlfriend has gone into a room to try something on. A wicked thought enters my mind. I reach up and unhook the back of the bra. I then poke my head out of the door. The boyfriend is still out there. He looks up. I have covered my nipples with my hands, but I am still very exposed. He is not looking at my face. "Excuse me, could you help me fasten this?" I turn my back to him and give him an innocent look over my shoulder. He slowly comes over and fumbles with the catch until he gets it fastened. I turn back to him, smile, "Thank you. I don't know what I would have done." Then I let my hands drop away from my tits for just an instant -- just to give him a quick glimpse as I close the door. Back inside, I remove the shelf bra and my shorts. I take a moment to admire my naked body in the three-way mirror. My tits hang heavy and full, my nipples at full attention. My stomach glistens with the slightest sheen of sweat, and the faintest shadow of carefully trimmed hair is just visible between my legs. My ass is round and proud. I never see it from this angle. I bend over to admire the effect. Finally, I get back to the matter at hand. I try on a sheer white babydoll with matching thong. This does not leave my tits fully exposed, but the fabric is see-through and does not restrain them in any way. They sway freely and clearly visible underneath the wisp of fabric and lace. The hem of the babydoll ends just high enough to expose a little bit of pussy barely shrouded in the equally transparent thong. I am admiring this picture in the three-way mirror, seeing how my butt cheeks peek from below the hem, when I hear the door next to me open again. I hear murmuring, then the boyfriend quite clearly, "I'll wait here for you." She must be going to pick out more items, and he is feeling hopeful about another peek. Who am I to deny him? I open the door and stand before him. He catches his breath but does not look away. "What do you think -- would this be better in black? I can't decide." "Umm, I don't know. Turn around and let me see how it looks." Brazen little bastard. I smile to myself and slowly turn. I bend over slightly, giving him an excellent view of my ass. When I turn to face him, I bend down slightly again, letting him see the fullness of my tits as they move. He tells me the white is perfect. His voice is calm and even but the obvious bulge in his pants betrays him. He stares openly at my tits. I thank him for his help and go back into my room. As I am closing the door, however, I realize that I can see him in the reflection of the mirrors. I leave the door open a couple of inches. He can watch me now. I stretch, raising my hands over my head so my breasts lift. I am not making eye contact with his reflection, but I can see he is watching. I run my hands down over my tits, then I cup them, lifting them slightly as my thumbs circle my nipples. I take off the babydoll, then slide the thong down my legs, bending deeply to show him my moist slit. I stretch again, arms overhead, arching my back so my nipples touch the mirror. The cold shocks me, but not as much as the mirroring image of my tits seems to shock him. He adjusts his bulge, his hand lingering a bit too long. I reach for a blood red corset. Like the bra I tried on earlier, the corset leaves my breasts exposed. It takes me quite a while to fasten all the hooks and adjust the laces going up each side. I wiggle enticingly as I adjust the corset so my tits just hang over the top of it. I look back into the mirror, and receive such a startle that I actually jump a little. (This, of course, makes my boobs jiggle beautifully.) Standing in the hall, staring at me, the boyfriend is not alone. The girlfriend has returned. I experience a moment of shame and fear. It was not my intention to cause strife between the young couple. The look on her face, however, is far from anger. As I watch, she steps in front of the boyfriend. She grinds her ass against him as she grabs his hand and places it on her breast. Incredibly relieved and excruciatingly turned on by this display, I decide to try on a pair of 'fuck me' boots to complete my ensemble. I take my time putting on the boots. I bend at the waist, displaying my now dripping snatch to the couple. In the mirrors, I can clearly see my tits hang forward as I bend. Keeping this posture, I fit my foot into the boot then slowly, slowly zip it up the side. As I zip, I return to a standing posture with a flip of my hair and a thrust of my breasts. I repeat with the other boot, and can see in the mirror that the boyfriend's hands are under his girlfriend's clothes. One hand is cupping her breast, while the other is deep inside her jeans. They are grinding against each other. Both are staring at my image in the mirror. Suddenly I hear voices. The couple hears them, too. Without anybody thinking about anything, the couple jumped inside my dressing room and closed the door. We hear a conversation in the hallway, then the mundane exchange between a sales lady and a customer. "Does everything fit? Can I get that for you in another size?" I am thinking of getting dressed, when the girlfriend suddenly starts undressing. I am still facing away from the couple, watching them in the mirrors. She reveals perky breasts with pink nipples, and a shaved pussy. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a pair of frilly pink crotchless panties, which she pulls on. The room is tiny. She barely has to step towards me in order to reach around me and squeeze my breasts. I can't believe she is so brazen, and my pussy warms. She flicks my nipples and feels the weight of my tits in her hands. She seems mesmerized. Her boyfriend has undone his pants and is stroking his impressive cock as he watches us. The girlfriend breaks the silence by asking me to sit on the bench. I sit, facing her for the first time. She bends over, grabbing my tits, pushing me back against the wall. I can see her wet pussy in the mirror. She looks over her shoulder at her boyfriend and that is all the instruction he needs. He steps toward her and slides his dick into her. I can see it all clearly, can see this sweet young thing with her pink nipples squeezing my large breasts, shoving me against the wall with each thrust of her boyfriend's cock into her. I can see her juices on his cock, and I feel her pinch my nipples. As the thrusting gains force, she moves her hands to the wall behind me. Now her tits are against mine. Her nipples brush my nipples. She is watching us in the mirror. Watching her tits rub against mine with each thrust. I can still hear the sales lady in the hall, but mostly I just hear the girlfriend panting. Suddenly she screams out, shoving her face against my breasts to muffle the sound between my tits. Her orgasm is sudden and sharp, and she is writhing with the agony of it. Her boyfriend is close, too. "Suck on her nipples." It is not a whisper, nor is it a request. He takes her head in his hands and guides her mouth toward my breast. She reaches up with both hands, caressing my breasts as she tries to suck as much as she can into her mouth. I fear she will choke on my tits as she sucks each one farther and farther in, teasing the nipple with her tongue. Her face is slamming against me as her boyfriend fucks her. Finally he cums with a loud series of groans. She continues to suck on my tits for a moment, then kneels in front of him to lick the cum and pussy juice off his cock. My tits feel and look amazing from all the attention. "You're buying whatever merchandise you have in there!" the saleslady calls over the door. We fall into laughter. As the couple gets dressed and starts to leave, the girl turns to me. "But you didn't get to cum." She reaches toward my still dripping pussy. "Don't worry about it." I deflect her hand. "I've got a hot cock waiting for me tonight. This is just a preamble." Big Tit Desire Ch. 04 The doorbell rings. I answer it wearing one of my new purchases from earlier today. The red corset cinches in my waist but leaves my tits exposed to the evening air. The meager shelf bra incorporated into the corset cannot support my breasts, which spill out over the top of it. The red and black garter belt frames my round ass, the black seamed stockings and platform heels laced up to my knees complete the look. As I open the door, however, you do not notice my ass, my legs, my exposed pussy. You seem to forget everything except my tits as you drop to your knees kneading and sucking on them. Your tongue teases my nipples as your hands squeeze and rub my tits. I am aware that we are still in the open doorway. I feel the cool air on my wet nipples and moist pussy. My head is back and my eyes are closed, but I am aware of the sound of traffic driving by. After a few blissful moments, you stand and push me inside. I close the door as a pair of joggers go by, craning their necks to get a better view. Your eyes widen as we enter my room and you see the major part of today's project. I have spent most of the afternoon hanging mirrors on every available wall surface in my bedroom. You look around you and smile. You look up. Yes, I've installed a mirror on the ceiling as well. I want to watch my tits from every angle as you fuck me and I want to watch you watching my tits. You turn me away from you and bend me over slightly. I place my hands on the mirror in front of me. My breasts sway away from me. You grind against me. I can feel your hard cock through your pants as you reach around to lift my tits with your hands. I watch your face in the mirror as your eyes are glued to my breasts. You lightly flick my nipples. I can't stand it. I moan, turn to face you and start fumbling with the button on your jeans. You push me gently away from you and quickly remove your clothes. Your cock is so hard. I drop to my knees and suck it into my mouth. My hands move to my breasts while your hands grip my head. I swallow your cock as deeply as I can. I can feel you pushing against the back of my throat as I fight my gag reflex. I cannot breathe but I cannot get enough of your cock in my mouth. With a few last good strokes, I reluctantly pull my head off of your dick and then eagerly raise my tits up to it. I look up at you as I rub my breasts on your dick. I reach over to the bedside table and grab the oil. You reach for it, wanting to apply the oil to me, but I pull it away from you. You can only stand watching as I pour the cold oil on my breasts, massage it in, and pour more on. Soon my tits are slick and shiny with oil. Suddenly, you lift me off the floor and fling me onto the bed. You straddle my chest, grab my tits and slide your dick between them. I watch in the ceiling mirror as you hold my tits together, pinching the nipples, fucking them. Your cock feels so good between my tits. Your hands are killing me. I cannot take my eyes off the image in the mirror as you fuck my tits faster and harder, panting until your hot cum sprays all over my tits. You look down at me. I look up at you, raising my tits up so I can lick some of the cum off of them. The rest I massage in. It was amazing. I had been longing for a titfuck from you since last night. Still, I had been hoping for a little more play time tonight. You seem to know what I'm thinking and you tell me not to worry. You lie on your back, and tell me to sit on your face. I straddle your head, and without any gentleness or lead-in, your mouth finds my clit and sucks on it. Your arms wrap around my thighs. I grind my pussy into your face. In the mirror, my tits are swaying and quivering. Your tongue slides up and down my pussy, licking deep into me. It flicks my clit hard before you suck on it once more. My fingers find my still-oily nipples as you work my clit with your mouth. My body tenses and I feel the orgasm approach. As the orgasm stabs through my body, I am certain I must be drowning you. Juices gush from me as my breasts heave with pleasure. You hold my thighs tight, not letting me move away from you until every last spasm has stopped. Exhausted and happy, I fall onto the bed. You tell me we're not done yet, and I can see by your rock hard cock that this is the truth. I raise myself on all fours, facing away from you. You grab my hips and thrust your cock into me. Our eyes meet in the mirror. I am sweaty, oily and shiny. You brush my hair away from my face and kiss the back of my neck. You slowly slide your cock into and out of me, and we both watch my tits move with each thrust. You fuck faster, and my tits sway faster with the rhythm of it. Before the hard fucking starts, however, you roll us over. Now you are on your back and I am riding your cock sitting up, facing away from you. You fuck harder and my tits bounce astoundingly. You pull my shoulders back towards you, so I am almost laying down on top of you, both of us facing the mirror on the ceiling. Now I can watch my tits bounce as you fuck me, and I can also clearly see your dick sliding in and out of my pussy. My corset is shiny with oil and straining. The garters frame my pussy. We can see that your cock is slick and wet with my juices and I watch as it thrusts in again and again, faster and faster. My breasts ache for you to touch them, but that would restrict their movement. We both watch my huge, oily tits bounce and rock as we watch your dick fucking my pussy. I am getting close. I reach down with one hand, moving it toward the place our bodies meet. I feel your cock disappearing into me. I circle my fingers around your cock as my palm puts relentless pressure on my clit. I cum almost instantly, my tits shaking with my spasms. I barely have time to relax when you stand beside the bed and tell me to suck your cock. I kneel in front of you and once again take your dick into my mouth. I lick all of my pussy juice off of it, and hungrily devour more. I take it deeper and deeper, my hands gripping your ass to pull your cock into my mouth farther. I can't get enough of it, when suddenly you grip my head and push me away. I look up at you. You stare down at me, at my tits, stroking your throbbing cock. I can't take my eyes off it. I lift my breasts with my hands, offering them up to you. You pump your cock faster. I look up at your face, watching my tits. I lick my lips and gently pinch my nipples. The sight of that sends you off the edge and you cum explosively all over my tits once again. It doesn't seem possible, but it's even more than earlier. Your load spews hot all over my tits. Finally your orgasm finishes. You reach down and wipe some of your cum off my tits with your fingertips. You put your fingers in my mouth and I suck the cum from them. Exhausted, we lie on the bed, on top of the covers. You fall asleep with your hand on my breast. I lie in bed looking at our reflection in the ceiling mirror for a long time before I drift off as well.