12 comments/ 245145 views/ 141 favorites Mrs. B's Story By: DDDDave This story was original posted by me on another site under a slightly different pen name. All characters are over 18. Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking! (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) I suppose a lot of people would consider me to be a slut now. But I don't think it's my fault, really. I mean, what else could have happened? I was one of those girls who started to flower into womanhood early. I was a skinny young girl who wore a B-cup brassiere when I was still in the sixth grade. I was completely embarrassed by my development. I dressed to avoid showing my rapidly blossoming femininity. Layered clothing became the norm along with a shoulders-hunched-forward posture. I tried to hide my rapidly blossoming figure. To no avail. Growing as rapidly as I did it was impossible to hide my figure. I was going thru bras so fast! But I soon learned that my developing figure made me popular with the boys and by junior high I had stopped trying to always hide my womanly figure. When I was a senior I was carrying by far the largest breasts in school - a huge, out-thrust pair of natural Double F-cup wonders. In the tight sweaters and peasant blouses that were all the rage I was a stunning sight! I had a date every night that my parents would let me out of the house. And, I must admit, I had developed a well-deserved reputation. My breasts are extremely sensitive! Once a boy got his hands on my tits my resistance faded to nothing. And my suitors were quick to discover my weakness. Many was the high school date that degenerated into a sweaty grope in the back seat of his dad's car, the movie forgotten, while my lucky date pawed and squeezed my mammoth rack or sucked on my eagerly straining nipples while I gave him a hand job. Many days I attended school with my nipples still throbbing from the intense suckling they had received the night before. In college nothing much changed except that I found that I loved to suck cock! With my plush lips wrapped around a straining dick I could really enjoy myself! And the young men I dated loved it as well! Some dates never got a chance to savor the tight moist love hole between my legs because I would exhaust them orally. I wore the normal clothing of the period, neither flaunting nor hiding the huge bosom that required I buy custom bras and tailored dresses. Nothing off the rack would fit, I would buy something that fit my top and take in the bottom section. I became quite a seamstress! I was no longer ashamed of being the most top-heavy girl in school. I rather enjoyed being the constant focus of male attention. I dated as often as I wanted, of course, and continued to enjoy an extremely active sex life did. And my boobs continued to expand. I proudly carried a set of milkers that defied gravity and did not really need the support of a bra! By the time I met my husband-to-be I was a colossal Double H. I was the object of the advances of every horny tit-loving college boy. I was proud of the admiring glances I got everywhere I went from the men, and that all of the girls were jealous of my figure. Some days I would not wear a bra, just so I could see boners sprout wherever I went. Brad was a grad student older than I was by several years and he always treated me like a lady. He looked me in the eye, not in the chest. There was none of the back seat groping that had been my earlier experience. We went to the movies, dinners, and took long walks across campus. He was a real gentleman at all times and he kept his hands to himself. I appreciated his interest in what I had to say and enjoyed his sense of humor. As our relationship developed and I started to see Brad exclusively,I dressed, once again, in a more conservative manner. It seemed to be appropriate, somehow. We were married the month following my graduation from college. It was only after we were married that I discovered the truth. It was not just that Brad was a gentleman, it was also that his sex drive was not nearly as strong as mine was. Sex with him was a once a month event. Usually over with quickly. Brad was not, as so many of my other lovers had been, a "boob man". And he paid my breasts little attention. And, of course, as a result, I felt little incentive to display them either, buying minimizer bras and other clothes that once again downplayed my most prominent features. I worked to be satisfied with my role; I joined the young woman's church group, baked at home and became a good "haus Frau". Brad had found a good position as a research chemist at a large multinational corporation and focused himself entirely on work and being a "good provider" as he put it. He just provided very little for me between the sheets. As the months went by I adjusted to the much lower level of sexual activity. Even with as little sex as we enjoyed it was inevitable that I became pregnant. It took two years into our marriage. With pregnancy came an increase in my breast size as well. An increase which my husband did not seem to appreciate. With the birth of our daughter, Deirdre, I experienced yet another growth spurt. And my breasts retained their size despite my bottle feeding Deirdre at Brad's insistence. When Brad died in a plant accident a year and a half later, he left behind a young daughter and a wife whose sex life had diminished to a humdrum monotony and who habitually shrouded a massively generous figure from casual view. Because of insurance and a generous settlement I was set financially for life. After a suitable period of mourning I started to date once again. I looked younger than I was - which I attributed to the wholesome life I had enjoyed. I was still a very attractive woman. And my figure still attracted plenty attention even though I chose not flaunt it. And I found that I enjoyed dating. I enjoyed flirting with men once more, something that I had NEVER done while married! Many men asked me out. And I accepted a fair share of the invitations. I rediscovered my enjoyment of sex. My vastly over-sized titties were still as sensitive as ever. Perhaps more so, due to the lack of stimulation that they had received from Brad. But I found that the relationships were unfulfilling somehow. I could not imagine what was missing. But somehow, no matter what, every relationship ended quickly. The sex was not satisfying. The men would arouse me wonderfully. They would suckle at my oversized nipples and grope my huge tits, and plush bottom. Then insert their rigid dicks into my cunt, thrust a couple of dozen times, and groan their relief as they spattered their discharge into my clutching cunt. Somehow I expected more! I was still a young woman with needs! Needs that were not to be satiated with a five minute interlude. Needs I often found myself meeting through masturbation after my date had left. After several years of frustration I resigned myself to the use of dildoes and vibrators. Many nights I would play with myself, sucking my own hard-nippled tits, pounding a dildo in and out of my spasming cunt and teasing my clit with a vibrator. By burying my mouth in my tits I would stifle my cries of excitement as I came time after time. Although my daughter, Deirdre, slept in another part of the house I did not want to awaken her or embarrass myself by being too loud. Over the years I devoted my self to raising my daughter. I became deeply involved with my local church. As I continued to dress conservatively I also stopped dating altogether. I desperately wanted to be a good role model for my wonderful growing young daughter. By the time Deirdre was ready to graduate from High School I was nothing like the young woman that had fucked her way through college. I was an upstanding, church-going, single mother. I dressed to hide my plump and still over-ripe figure, I didn't date - I focused my attention on my daughter. Deirdre was a lovely, innocent young girl. While her figure was stunning she had been spared the travails I had suffered caused by my overly voluptuous figure. Deirdre was an otherwise slender eighteen year old girl who had developed to the point that she wore a 34EE bra the summer after her senior year in high school - which is when this story begins. As a loving parent I had tried my best to protect her from the nastier parts of the world. I was careful about whom she dated and made sure that she was always home at a decent hour. During her last summer at home before college she began to date the young man next door. Harold was a bright boy, a little shy, and small for his age. While a year older than my Deirdre, he was in a grade behind her due to an extended childhood illness. I deemed him a suitable young man and allowed Deirdre to go out with him several times. On the night before her departure for college Deirdre had her final date with Harold. As she had promised, she and Harold were back by 11 PM. As it was her last night at home for a while I permitted them to sit on the porch swing for a while after returning home. I knew that Deirdre was a good girl and would not let things get out of hand. Nonetheless, I felt it my duty to keep a motherly eye on the young boy. And that is what sparked the events of this past year. As I said, they were sitting on the swing on the front porch. I had not heard anything for several minutes so I peeked out the front door, which faced the swing. To my amusement the two young friends were kissing. I was less amused to see that young Harold had put his hand under my Deirdre's sweater and was attempting to fondle her! And to my complete dismay I noticed that Deirdre's hand was on Harold's thigh! And moving toward his crotch! But all that was swept away as chaff before a tornado when I saw what was pulsing and visibly throbbing under the tight denim of Harold's pant leg! My breath caught in my throat as I saw a thick, tubular shape which extended down his pant leg an unreasonably long way! Young Harold apparently had a prick at least twice the size of any I had ever seen! Feelings of arousal swept through me. I felt as if a switch had been tripped somewhere with in me. I felt my pussy moistening rapidly as I watched my daughter and her date. Without taking time to think it over I snapped on the porch light and stepped outside. Confronting the guilty twosome I ordered Deirdre to bed and dismissed Harold on the spot, demanding that he go home. As he was half way down the stairs (with some difficulty I might add, as he seemed to be hunched over and limping somewhat) I thought to remind him that he had promised to mow the lawn the following day and I expected him to keep his promise. That night I experienced the first wet dream that I had had in years. During the night I awoke, sweating. My thighs were wet with my love juices and my breasts throbbed with desire. My mind's eye kept returning to the incredible sight of Harold's pulsing member. I found myself caressing myself while I fantasized about it. What it would look like exposed? How large would it become? Was he a virile man or was he just a boy who put a sock in his pants as I had learned some boys did to fool young impressionable girls? For the first time in years I masturbated to the thoughts that ran through my suddenly feverish mind. To my amazement I experienced a massive, multiple orgasm with only a little teasing of my turgid nipples and sopping wet cunt. Exhausted I slept soundly through the rest of the night. When I awoke my first thoughts were of the obscene sight I had observed the night before. It was all I could do not to finger myself before I got out of bed. The next afternoon I returned home from the airport. The farewell had been very emotional. Deirdre would not be returning until the following summer, her scholarship was such that she was required to work during the usual holiday breaks. The next time we could hope to see each other would be late in June! Our tears had mingled as we hugged each other goodbye at the top of the airplane ramp-way. On the way home all my thoughts were consumed with fantasies of Harold and his mammoth pole. The sight of his obscenely swollen crotch had driven all other thoughts from my mind. My pussy was leaking juice freely as I parked the car in my garage. As I strode into the house from the detached garage I waved to Harold who was mowing the back yard. It was hot; he had removed his tee shirt. I had not before noticed how well muscled he was despite his short stature. Once inside the house I continued to observe him at his work. He had a gymnasts build. And I could not help but stare at the sumptuous bulge at the crotch of his shorts! How could I attract his attention, I wondered? Well, if Harold found my daughter's body attractive, I thought, he would be completely bowled over by mine. True I had put on a few pounds over the past years. I was no longer as slim as I had been. But my breasts had retained their firmness and were much larger than Deirdre's. Much, much larger I thought complacently as I regarded my reflection in the window. I found my self plotting; wondering what I could wear that would attract the attention of the young man that was so diligently working in my back yard! I could scarcely believe it! I was actually planning to dress provocatively with the intention of getting Harold to spring a huge boner when he saw me! I wanted that young man! I wanted his dick! I wanted to see if the promise I thought I had seen in him the previous night could be brought to fruition! In moments I found myself going thru my closet looking for an appropriate outfit. My legs were trembling and my palms sweating as I considered choice after choice. To my frustration I had nothing that was suitable! Too many years of being the proper church-going woman had left me with few choices of clothing for this occasion! Finally, in the back of the closet I found an old blouse. Gauzy and sheer, I had never worn it without a slip underneath. It offered a square cut bodice that was cut high enough that it revealed no hint of cleavage. But if memory served, it would droop open if I leaned forward. I remembered Brad chastising me for it's having done so once at a dinner party years ago! It had been designed to wear loose over a skirt but I had an idea that I thought would make it perfect for this (dare I think it?) seduction. I grabbed a skirt and rummaged through my lingerie drawer. I quickly found an old garter belt and a pair of stockings. And a lacy pair of bikini panties that I had never been willing to throw out despite the lack of opportunities to wear such delicate and indiscrete under-things. Thank goodness for the pack-rat gene I giggled to myself. Thinking quickly I picked up my favorite brassiere. It was, despite being industrial strength, quite pretty. Of course its cups were full cut but with my, um, excess of femininity, I still displayed a fetching cleavage I thought. I tightened up the shoulder straps as much as I could to provide as much up-lift as possible and tried it on. Looking in the mirror I saw that, as I had hoped, my breasts rode much higher on my chest than usual. And with the tighter fit it had forced more of my breast flesh up and out. The jiggling line of cleavage seemed almost a foot long! I hastily stepped into the dark skirt and pulled its zipper closed. It clung to my hips and butt like cling wrap: I'd put on a few pounds since the last time I'd worn it! Donning the blouse I fastened all of the myriad of buttons up the back. And as a finishing touch I tightened a broad black belt over the blouse. Taking a deep breath I tugged the blouse down as tight as I could under the belt whilst thrusting my chest as far forward as possible. The effect was all that I could have hoped for! With my boobs piled as high as possible and the belt defining my waist the jut of my bosom was totally outlandish! I looked like a berserkly busty Barbie doll! The sight was guaranteed to arouse any man, let alone an impressionable, horny, teenage boy! The bra was clearly outlined under the blouse and as I leaned forward I was pleased to see that the blouse gaped open as I had remembered, offering an unimpeded look at the overloaded bra and my massive bust trying to surge free. Experimentally I wiggled my shoulders and watched, raptly, as my bosom surged and fell in the cups of my bra. Even I was aroused at the sight! I glanced out the window and saw that Harold was almost done with the yard. Going to the back door I called to him to stop in for ice tea after he finished and put away the lawn mower. I made the iced tea at the kitchen sink and watched him as he tidied up the back yard. As he approached the back door he was carrying his tee shirt in his hand, the sweat that had beaded up on his body glistened in the mid afternoon sun. "Put your shirt on the back of the couch" I called as he came in the door, " I don't want your sweat to stain the cushions." "Okay, Mrs. B" he replied. Waiting a moment to allow him to get settled I took a deep breath and did my best to strut into the living room. It had been a long time since I had tried to make an impression like this but, judging from the gust of breath he let out as I entered, I had achieved my goal! I could feel my breasts shivering and bouncing as I walked across the room. I made sure to land hard on my heels to impart the maximum movement. I carefully placed each foot directly in front of the other so that my hips swiveled provocatively. He was goggle-eyed as I approached him. I could see his eyes following every movement of my bosom as I grew closer to him. Glancing down I confirmed what I had felt; my nipples were rock hard and noticeable thru the bra and thin blouse! They moved is small arcs despite the constraints of the bra! I was getting more aroused as I watched Harold watching me! I placed the tray on the coffee table and fiddled with the pitcher and glasses on the tray, letting him get a long look down my blouse. I made sure to move my shoulders more than needed and cleverly squeezed my elbows together to push my boobs together, forcing a more prominent cleavage. A glance at his face told me that he was completely entranced staring at the milky white cleavage I had on display. He never even noticed I was watching while he stared at my boobs! I could see that his cock was racing toward a full erection. It looked to be huge! Taking a glass I stepped around the coffee table and stood over him. I could barely see him over the thrust of my bosom. His view must have been awesome, indeed! With my breasts thrust so far out in front of me, he had to bend his neck far back in order to look me in the face. I made sure to stand with my shoulders thrown back and my chest out thrust as much as I could. I let him take his time looking at the huge shelf my breasts made under the tight blouse. I smiled gently down at him while his eyes wandered across the overhang of my boobs. I felt like a goddess as his eyes worshipped my fantastically oversized bosom. He was too young to try to hide what he was so fascinated with? the huge, massively rounded tits which overlapped my upper arms. I curled my right leg under me as I sat as close to him as I could. My thigh touched his its entire length and I placed my right arm behind him as I handed him his glass with my left. Gulping loudly he took it in both hands. I was amused to notice that even so it trembled badly in his grasp. My breast was mashed solidly against his shoulder. I could feel his body tremble. "My," I cooed, "I had no idea you had so many tasty muscles." "Umm" "And look at you, you're still sweating." Grinning salaciously I slowly drew my left index finger down his chest and across his stomach stopping just short of the waistband of his shorts. Mrs. B's Story Ch. 02 Author's Note: Mrs. B's Story, Part 1 was one of the first stories I posted here at Literotica. I've received more requests for a follow up (and more positive feedback, thanks!) for that story than anything else I've written. For the longest time I had no ideas that worked out for a Part 2. And then the phrase "Two weeks of HELL!" popped into my head. The rest fell into place pretty quickly. Given all the requests I can only hope that this continuation is up to the challenge! You will let me know, won't you? "Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!" (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) It's been two weeks! Two WEEKS! Two weeks of Hell! What had I been thinking? When my darling Deirdre came home from college I told Harold that we would have to be discrete. That we should not get together as often as we had been doing since Deirdre left for college. What? Was I insane? Having had sex with Harold almost every day for the past nine and a half months why did I think I could just quit, cold turkey? Two weeks with out feeling his mammoth prick spreading my pussy lips! Two weeks without having him thrust his enormous cock deep into my spasming pussy while he sucked on my giant tits! Two weeks with out getting fucked until my brains melted and flowed out my pussy? I was miserable. And to make it worse, I was pretty sure that Deirdre was getting some of what I had chosen to give up! When she came home the first person she went to see was Harold. They went out that night. To see a movie, she told me. They saw each other frequently. Not every day but often enough. Movies, picnics, hanging out at the malt shop. What ever. Two weeks of their getting together. And two weeks of me getting...nothing! Oh, I went to town from time to time and teased men with my massively endowed body. I even accepted some dates, secretly hoping to make Harold jealous. But as before when there was sex it paled in comparison with the experiences I had had with Harold and his gargantuan, ever fountaining prick. Cumming again and again seemed to be impossible for the guys I dated. Once or twice seemed to be the most I could expect. I needed more. I was used to getting so MUCH more! So after two weeks, once again Deirdre and Harold went to see a movie. I stayed home, sat on the sofa and watched TV. And felt sorry for myself. They came home, as promised, by eleven. I had fallen asleep on the couch watching a dull movie. But I awoke when I heard Deirdre and Harold sit on the porch swing. The window was open to catch the night breeze and I could hear everything. "Give me a kiss," said Harold. "We've been seeing each other for two weeks now. Don't you think it's time we moved past the hand holding stage?" "Oh, you're so impatient!" Deirdre responded. "But..." There was a period of silence broken once in a while by a sigh or soft moan as the two young people exchanged kisses. I risked taking a peek over the back of the sofa and saw that, as months ago, Harold's hand was under Deirdre's blouse and her hands were groping his crotch. As I ducked back out of sight I saw her start to draw his zipper down. "I'd almost forgotten just how big you are," Deirdre told Harold in a husky voice. "I never met anyone at school who has a cock as large as yours!" There was a pause. "My roommate thought I was lying when I described how long and thick and hard your dick gets!" "Oh, look at you," she cooed. "No underwear? Going commando, are we?" Harold never wore underwear any more. I had never liked having to struggle to pull his dick out when it got entangled in his underwear so he had stopped wearing briefs. And now Deirdre was able to take advantage! "Uh, uh," I recognized that sound. Harold was getting hard! He usually grunted and gasped when we played together. I had learned to judge how close he was to ejaculation by the kinds of sounds he made. I could tell that he was enjoying himself, but he was no where near to cumming. "Does that feel good?" she cooed. I imagined her fist racing up and down his shaft as it grew harder and harder. "Yeah, that feels good," moaned Harold. "Keep doing that!" "Oh, you're so long!" she exclaimed. "Here, honey, feel up my titties. I like that!" "Nice boobs, Deirdre" he told her. "You seem to have grown some at school." "Grown some? Some?" her voice was incredulous. "I've gone from 34-Double E to 34-Triple H! My bust measurement went from 40 inches to 44 inches! I've always been large. Now I'm huge! No one at school was better built than me! No one had larger tits!" she bragged. 'No one at school,' I thought. 'But here at home you're a poor second to the mammoth melons on MY chest!' I gazed down at the 68 inch bust line that filled a 38-T cup bra to over flowing. Catching sight of my feet was a rare thing these days! "Yeah, nice!" Harold complimented her. "Very nice!" He probably was comparing her rack to mine. And finding that she came up short, I thought smugly to myself. "Oh, I have to try this," Deirdre gasped. I heard the swing creak as the young couple moved around. "My God, you're so thick," her breath caught as she worked. "I don't think it'll fit." "You took it last summer," Harold reminded her. "Just let your weight do the work!" "Uh, uh, uh, uh, ohhh!" she was grunting and sobbing as she worked. "It's too big, I can't..." "Come on, you can take more than that! Sit on that big dick, you know you're going to love it, Deirdre, take it! Take it!" How often had I heard those same words from Harold? How often had I spasmed in orgasm as i forced more and more of his immense dick into my cunt? Harold sounded a little frustrated that Deirdre wasn't able to absorb his gigantic cock as easily as I had learned to do. "Oh, God, no, that's all. I can't take any more" she gasped. "Let me get used to this pole!" I could hear sounds of movements, gasps and groans as she worked. I imagined that she was trying to pull herself off of him and then letting herself sink back down as far as she could go. Several minutes later... "God, Damn, It's too much! I can't..." she moaned deep in her chest. "Wait, what are you doing?" asked Harold. "You're too big! I can't... it hurts too much! I don't know how I took it last summer. Did you get larger too? Let me finish you off, honey." "Crap!" he spat out. "Alright, I don't want to hurt you. Use your mouth! Let me feel your pretty lips on my cock!" Again, words I had loved to hear. "I'm not that kind of girl, Harold. What do you think I am? No!" "Well then jack me off all over your big beautiful tits!"
"Ewww, that's just gross! NO! Where did you get all these disgusting ideas? Doesn't this feel good?" Out on the porch I could hear the soft slapping sounds as she used her hands to stroke his dick faster and faster. I knew just where he got all those 'disgusting ideas'. From me! I had shown him those and many many more ideas. Since Deirdre had gone to college Harold and I had had sex in almost every way imaginable! And he was so good! He had stamina, strength and would fuck me until I was about to pass out! We had loved every minute of it! But apparently he wasn't going to get much chance to do any of them with Deirdre unless she changed her attitude. Outside things seemed to be coming to a climax. Harold was groaning and huffing the way he often did when he was on the verge of cumming. I could hear Deirdre's breathing loudly as she worked to make Harold spew out his jism. "Use both hands," he gasped. "Both hands! Make me cum, Deirdre!" "Don't talk dirty to me," she objected. Why was she only using one hand I wondered. His thick shaft needed two hands wrapped around it. It was so thick and hard! "Uh, I'm going to shoot, I'm going to cum!" He was panting loudly now. "Ugh, here I cum!" I could hear the swing moving and swaying. "Oh, oh, My God! So much! Look at all that cum!" Deirdre's voice was filled with surprise. And maybe a little revulsion? "I've never seen so much stuff! Look, you're still cumming! It's like a fountain!" Rather than excited she sounded put off. I strained to hear what was going on. I thought I could hear the soft patter as Harold's seed splattered all over the porch. "All right, clean yourself up! It's late and I have to go inside now." "Yeah, okay." Harold didn't try to hide his disappointment. I heard his zipper get pulled up and then the sound of the porch swing rocking back and forth as they both got up. "G'night, Deirdre." "Good night!" There didn't seem to be a good night kiss as the young couple separated. A moment later I heard Deirdre come in the front door and go upstairs. She didn't even glance toward me where I was pretending to still be asleep. And when I looked out side there was no sign of Harold to be seen. 'Well,' I thought to myself, 'that didn't seem to end well. I wonder if there is a chance...' My thoughts churning thru my mind I headed upstairs and to bed. The next morning as I was making breakfast for myself Deirdre entered the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast nook. "Mom, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, honey, what's on your mind?" "Do you think a girl should do whatever her boyfriend wants?" "What kind of things are we talking about, honey?" "You know. Things!" "Oh, THINGS. Well I think you should do what you feel comfortable doing and not let someone, anyone, talk you into something that you are not comfortable doing." "Thanks, Mom. That helps a lot." She bounced out the door before I could ask anymore questions. It was two days later that Deirdre and Harold got together again. This time, having some idea of what was going to happen I didn't wait up in the living room for them to return. Instead I dressed up in some sexy items that I had been holding onto and waited in the pool house. I had an excellent view of the porch from there and the full moon gave me enough illumination to see what was going on. And what went on was just about the same as the last time. Except Deirdre made no attempt to ride young Harold. Instead they made out. Kissing and touching each other. Even with only moonlight to light the scene I could see Deirdre pull out Harold's enormous cock. Not fully hard as she did so she soon had him at full strength. With an economy of motion that spoke of a certain amount of expertise, Deirdre soon had Harold spewing his load. I could see the arc of his semen as it jetted up and away to land several feet in front of the couple. This time Deirdre kissed Harold warmly as she tucked him back into his jeans. He was still stiff as she patted his cock fondly and gave him a kiss good night. As I watched she rose and went inside. After a few moment Harold stood up to leave. As always his path to the back gate led him right by the pool house. I must have startled him because he jumped a foot in the air when I moved out of the shadows and spoke to him. "Harold..." I started. "Holy crap, Mrs. B!" he yelped. "You totally took me by surprise! For a second, I thought you were a ghost!: I could understand why. I was wearing a white chiffon negligee which only barely clouded his view of my deeply plunging white bra, white garter belt attached to white hose and white stiletto heels that raised me up almost five inches. My white thong panties were so small I almost looked shaved. The only color was the bright red lipstick I wore and the white clip in my auburn hair. In the faint light from the porch I suppose I did look almost ghostly. But what a ghost! With my gigantically round firm tits barely restrained by my 38-T cup bra I looked fabulous. I looked sexy as hell. I looked hot! And Harold thought so too. I could tell by the way his dick was twitching and jumping in his pants. I stepped to him and pulled him into the pool house, out of sight of the main house. I pulled him close to me so I could feel his body the full length of mine. Inhaling deeply, my breasts swelled up between us, pressing agianst him from shoulder to below his navel. His chin was socketed deep in my cleavage. While wrapping my arms around him I murmured, "Two weeks with out you is too long, Harold. I mean to make up for all that time tonight!" I kissed him as hard as I could. As I stepped back I pulled the string letting the negligee drift to the ground. The edges of my aureola were peeking around the edge of my bra and Harold immediately started to run his hands over the exposed flesh. I stepped back into his embrace, rubbing my thigh against his groin. I could feel just how hard his dick was behind the fabric of his pants. Our lips met and our tongues began to duel for dominance as my breath quickened. I was so horny! Feeling his massive erection rubbing against me only made me wetter. "I love these huge tits," moaned Harold as he broke from our kiss. "I can never get over just how large and firm your boobs are! Your giant breasts are more than twice as big as Deirdre. So fucking sexy and hot!"
"I'm glad you like 'em," I replied as I started to slip to my knees in front of him. "I know that Deirdre hasn't been taking care of you these last weeks. Not like you need to be taken care of! The way I'm going to take care of you. "You like my big, fat titties? Well I adore your huge cock, Harold. I can't get enough of it! I want to cram it down my throat! I want to feel it between my tits and spewing all over me! I want to feel you jamming this monster so deep into my pussy that I can taste it in the back of my throat!" My voice was husky with lust as I bared his dick and used both hands to stroke it until it was as stiff as an iron pipe. Without wasting another moment I brought his stiff dick out into the open and began to suckle noisily at the tip. I lapped up all the precum and the residue of the ejaculation that he had had on the porch. He was already hard but I got him even harder using both hands while I crammed my mouth over his dick head. "OH, that feels so good," he moaned. "So good! Do it! DO IT! I love how you suck my dick, Mrs. B!" "I know, Harold, I know. And I love to suck your amazing cock! I love how hard it gets. How it twitches when you get ready to shoot!" I drove my head forward, taking more than half down my throat. "I love to feel it in my throat," I gasped as I pulled free of him. "I like it when it's soft, too, Harold. I like to feel it get stiffer and harder while I play with it. I like to feel it in my mouth." I took a moment to suck him before resting it against my cheek while I gazed up into his eyes. "I love to feel it get harder. I love to squeeze your dick head into my mouth and down my throat. I adore the feeling when I've got my lips pressed to your cock fur and the whole hard, amazingly long dick pushed deep into my throat!" I was groaning with lust and excitement as I spoke. My hands had never stopped running up and down his thick shaft. "I love it when you cum. Like you're going to do now!" I jammed my face forward again and again. Face fucking his steel hard shaft time after time and stroking his dick and balls with both hands while I deep throated the biggest dick I'd ever imagined! So thick! So hard and so fucking long! I heard him gasp and moan. I knew he was on the verge of spewing. I pulled myself back and used both hands to jack him off into my open mouth while staring into his eyes. For several seconds I waited and just as I was thinking that I might have misjudged the timing his mighty dick flexed in my hands and began to spurt into my mouth. Rope after rope of cum splashed into my mouth. Most of it I managed to swallow. Some of it landed on my face and neck. A few drops pattered onto my breasts. Still smiling up at Harold I drank down all that he had to offer without spilling a drop. "I love the way you taste," I told him. "I like the feel as it slides down my throat. There is alway so much! So much cum! Maybe that's what I like the most, that there is always so much!" I gazed in admiration at the still hard prick in my hands. I slowly worked my hands up to the point where his dick head joined his mammoth cockshaft. I licked up all the cum that i had forced out into my waiting mouth. "But most of all, I love to see you get hard! I get so excited as I tease you back to a full blown hard on. I love to see you react to my big tits. How you get hard, so hard. And fast! You get hard so fast when I let you play with my big, big titties, Harold." I was grinning as I drew his hands back to play with my huge tits and straining nipples. As he continued to pluck and tease my erect nipples I reached into my bra and pulled out first one and then the other of my giant tits. Harold proceeded to mash and push and play with my titties. It felt so good! He piled one upon the other and then moved them to reverse which one was on top. He pointed my nipples across each other, forcing my left tit to point across the top of my right tit then the other way, letting my giant right tit to point to my left. Pressing hard he forced my nipples to rub against each other while he licked them both simultaneously. He dropped his face into the deep cleavage and motor-boated between my boobs. The sounds echoed in the room as he shook his head back and forth. I felt my titties quiver and shake as he worked. I was getting so excited. I loved how he worshiped my incredible bosom. So big, so firm, so sexy and exciting! I whispered his favorite words to him: "Fuck my titties, Harold. Fuck my gigantic tits, please!" In a trice he was standing in front of me. I held out my gorgeous globes for him. They pushed forward, stiff nipples leading the way, while he wanked himself a few times in preparation. As I jiggled myself for him he slid his erection between my boobs. He pushed and pushed until his hips were pressed against my hooters. I smiled up at him in excitement. "Come on, Harold, do it! I want to feel your giant dick sliding between my tits! Even as long as you are, my cleavage is deeper! Come on, honey, pound my boobs! I want you to cum between my tits!" As Harold kept up the tempo I was rocking my breasts up and down, giving him more sensations as he tittie fucked the biggest tits he had ever seen or heard of. I loved that I was his fantasy-cum-true fuck partner. I knew that he adored and worshiped my munificence. He was able to fuck me time and again - my giant gourds drove him to feats of sexual prowess that put all my other lovers to shame. Despite being so young he was by far the best lover, the best fucker, I had ever encountered. And I had cut myself off from him for two weeks? What had I been thinking I asked myself as Harold groaned deep in his chest. Pulling himself free of my Brobdingnagian bosom he began to beat his dick with both hands. Seconds later sperm was splattering all over my tits, my nipples, my chest and finally dripping into my boundless cleavage as I smiled and laughed in joy. "Hahaha, so MUCH cum, Harold! I love it! So much for me to clean up!" Standing in front of me Harold gasped for breath. Cumming so hard always exhausted him. For a few moments. He was leaning his weight on his hands. propping himself up with his hands above his knees. He watched as I pursued every drop of jism that had landed on me. I used my fingers to scrape it up and transfer it to my mouth. I pursed my lips and sucked up the puddles that were spattered across my massive tits and then sucked hard on my sperm encrusted nipples. Finishing my clean up I grinned up at Harold. "Now, lover, now I want to feel you fucking me! I want you to jam that massive fuck log of yours as deep into my pussy as you can. Fuck the Hell out of me, Harold! Do it now!" I pleaded. I leaned back onto the lounge and spread my legs, allowing Harold to step up and press his dick head against my pussy. He was hard again. Watching me slurp up his cum while I was playing with my tits and sucking on my nipples had brought him back to life! Mrs. B's Story Ch. 02 He grinned down at me. I chewed on my lower lip as I felt him press harder against me. "Don't tease me you fucker," I told him. "This is no time to tease me! I need to feel you between my pussy lips! I need to have you crammed as far up my cunt as you can reach! So don't tease me, damn you!" I reached out and tried to pull him towards me, to get him to start to cram me with his huge penis. "No teasing, Mrs. B" he told me as he slid himself over six inches deep into my sopping wet slit. "OOOOOHHHHHHH" I howled! "OOOOOoooohhhhhhh yesssssss! MMmmoorre, mmmmoooorrre! UUUuuhhhhh! YEEsss!" He wasn't half way home and I was on the verge of an orgasm already. It felt so fucking good! All I could do was hold on for dear life and yell out my excitement and pleasure as he continued to fuck me. Harder and harder he went. Just as I thought he was giving me all that he could, as hard as he could, he would find a way to feed me a little more. To fuck me a little faster and a little harder. I was shrieking and screaming! I knew I was too loud but I couldn't stop myself! I was cumming time and time again while Harold worked above me. He was smiling down at me, watching the ecstasy wash over me in waves while he continued to pound and pound. My legs and arms were thrashing as I tried to coax him to fuck me harder and harder. I was never going to get enough! My incredibly giant boobs were sloshing all over my chest. Rocking from the movement of our bodies, my ridiculously over sized breasts would surge upward to almost cover my face and then flow downward to crash against the join of our bodies. The outer limits of my tits brushed the cushions to either side as they spread outward. Harold was watching, entranced, as my boobs flexed and shook. Waves shimmied through my tits as we fucked. Harold reached out with both arms. Pressing his elbows near my rib cage he used his hands and forearms to gather up the massive, gigantically enormous mounds of flesh. He pushed them together on my chest. Impossibly firm, they were more than three times as thick as my torso. They defied his attempts to control them, rolling and sliding while he slobbered over first one and then the other. He latched onto my nipples and sucked them to even greater stiffness while his enormous dick pounded and pounded me. His face disappeared into the mounds of my melons. I was coming almost nonstop while he worked. The sounds coming from me were inarticulate shrieks of lust and joy. I was getting the fucking of a life time. Maybe, I thought, we should take a two week break from time to time. Harold was outdoing himself as he rose back up on his haunches. Grabbing my upper thighs he pulled me to him as he jack-hammered his hips at me. His thumb strummed my clit as he forced me into another series of mind shattering climaxes! A few minutes later I felt his dick stiffen even more and he froze in place as he emptied his balls into my buttery cunt! Spurt upon spurt was shot deep into my starving cunt. Finally, as Harold's ejaculation slowed to a halt I felt his seed forced out of my pussy as he filled me to the brim with cum. Slowly he sagged forward into my embrace. I cuddled him against my panting bosom and pressed my tits into his face. Slowly we regained out breath. "God, Harold," I whispered. "That was a great start to an evening of fucking and sucking!" I giggled as I mashed my vast tits to his face. "I've missed you. We have to find a way to get together more often." "I don't know if I could survive much more like this, Mrs. B." he replied. "Oh, you always say that!" I teased him. "And then you play with my tits, get another hard on and fuck me so well I pass out! I love our fuck sessions!" "So do I, Mrs. B, so do I!" Already his hands had returned to caressing my titties. He began to gently tweak my nipples. He stroked his hands over the huge swells of my breasts. Watching him watch as he played with my tits I began to get excited again. I could feel his dick against my leg as it began to grow harder. It never failed, as soon as Harold began to play with my tits he would spring a hard on. I loved it! "It never fails," he said. "As soon as I start playing with these amazing boobs I get a hard on." Wow, great minds do think alike! "SO big. SO firm. I love them. I get a hard on just thinking about them! I've never heard of any one with such big wonderful tits. Did you say they measured sixty eight inches around?" "They do!" I bragged. "Sixty eight inches!" "So, that makes you, what? About a Quadruple Z cup?" "No, you know better than that," I reminded him. "You measured me last month before I bought these new outfits! I'm wearing a 38-T cup bra!" "And Deirdre is so proud of her little 34-H cup titties," Harold remarked. "She has no idea what big tits really are, does she?" He was still fondling and playing with my breasts as we chatted. I was slowly wanking his semi-hard dick with one hand. "Maybe you can educate her at some point," he chortled. "Maybe," I replied as I shifted my weight so Harold could reach both boobs. Within moments his dick was back at full length and strength. I shifted up and over him. Getting up on one knee with my other leg outstretched I slid Harold's dick head into my soaking wet pussy. I had had a lot of practice stuffing myself with his mammoth prick. But this time it was more difficult. He may have grown some. More likely, my poor abused cunt had started to return to it's normal size in the past two weeks. But I was not to be denied! Shifting back and forth, my breasts swinging wildly as I worked, I slowly was able to take in over half of Harold's cock. As I continued to work I felt myself building to a massive orgasm. My breasts shivered and shook as I raised and lowered myself on his pylon of a prick. My nipples were diamond hard, describing erotic patterns in front of my as my boobs flexed and bounced. My orgasm was closer now, I was moaning and crying in raprture while I was building up to an epic cum! As it struck I was forced to put my hands on his chest for support. Every muscle in my body seemed to be locked up as I came and came! It was wonderful! My breasts were mashed together by my arms, extending so far out I couldn't see any of Harold beneath me. All I could see was my boobs shivering and quaking as I spasmed in joy. At last I had all of him! I arched my back in ecstasy, my boobs rising and falling as I hunched and pushed myself again and again. I started to have a series of orgasms driven by the huge pole that was slicing in and out of my pussy. As I worked above him, Harold reached up and snagged my nipples, pulling and twisting them to enhance my pleasure. I loved it! I rode Harold hard for as long as I could handle. I kept encouraging him to drive his hips up into me, to help me get him even deeper! Every time I felt he might be slacking I would lean forward enough to drag the bottom of my boobs against his chest. I alternated rubbing my breasts against him with sitting up straight, getting every inch of his dick in my pussy. My hips were moving like a paint shaker. Back and forth, left and right I moved as fast as I could and would then hunch forward and back, taking his dick in eight and ten inch lunges. I never had less than three or four inches pulsing in my pussy. I had cum so often that i had completely lost count. It didn't really matter, I was getting my fill of Harold's outsized prick. And I was loving every moment of it. Harold looked up at me over the shelf of my bosom. He had been sucking and licking my tits and nipples while I rode and rode. He didn't look at all tired. "Can I get on top, Mrs. B?" he asked. I slowed down as I considered his question. "Only if we do it doggie," I responded. "I want to feel you get as deep as we can manage." I scrambled off of Harold and crouched on hands and knees beside him. I felt my huge breasts as they hit the cushion and puddled out below me. On my hands and knees my boobs would drag across the fabric and excite my nipples to maximum hardness. If I got onto my elbows my breasts couldn't move at all. Compressed between my chest and the lounge cushions, they just shook and shimmied as Harold smashed his dick deep into my pulsing, spasming cunt. Of course, on elbows my tits spread out, wider than my torso, shaking and quivering as he worked. Either way, I could cum and cum for him until he was ready to spew all over me. So when the time came I spun around to let him cover my tits with jism! Using both hands and my forearms, I held myself out for him. Again and again he jetted a rope of sperm onto my beautifully over-sized mega-mams! It felt so good to feel the rivulets as they ran down my boobs. I was scooping up as much as I could get while Harold slowly sagged down to sit next to me. It seemed that I might have worn him out! I leaned into him and delivered a scorching thank you kiss. "Oh, Harold, that was so fabulous! It's been so long since we had any alone time. I've missed you so much!" "Me, too, Mrs. B. You know, I couldn't help but notice just now. Even from behind you are so much bigger than anyone else I've ever seen! Deirdre will be lucky is she ever manages to catch up to you! And even if she does, I don't think she'll be as sexy and hot as you are! There isn't a woman in town to match you, you know!" "Well, aren't you sweet," I replied. "And there isn't a man in town who can match you! You're cock is bigger, longer, thicker, harder and you have more stamina than any three other men, Harold." "Well, you inspire me, you know! These humongous tits just make me so horny! No one else has tits like these!" he said loyally, "So large! As big as beach balls but so firm and they thrust out so far! Just amazing!" He was twisting my nipples as he spoke, left and right, then plucking them and letting them snap back to quiver on my massive, round boobs. The lower edges rested just below my belly button and swooped up almost to my shoulders. My upper arms were completely hidden behind the outward surge of the gigantic tits that I carried so proudly. I was big! So, so big! Harold never took his eyes off me as he continued to play with my titties. "I'll never get enough, Mrs. B." He was licking my nipples now. "You have such squeezable tits! So round, so firm! I love to play with these huge hooters! I adore watching them as I play with them. How they change shape as I mash them against each other. How they bounce back when I let them go. And then how they quiver and shimmy! No matter what you wear, I can see how they shake and bounce almost all the time! They are so sexy! I love big tits more than anything. And you have the biggest, the best tits, ever! Just look what you've done to me!"
Sure enough, Harold's harpoon was at full, massive expansion again. Without a word I slipped to my knees between his legs and smothered his big dick in my cleavage. There was nothing to be seen of it as I started to wobble and toss my tits. I was going to have him spurting one last time! "Big hard dick loves big fat titties, right Harold? Well, big fat titties loves big hard dick, too. Fuck my huge hooters, cum all over my boobs, Harold! I want to feel you cum between these giant tits! Cover them with juice! Drown them in spunk! I love it when you fuck my breasts! Show me how much my big, big tits can excite you! And moments later he was doing just that! The first spurts were caught between my breasts, nothing escaped my cleavage until Harold pulled himself away and grasped himself in both hands. "Big, fucking tits," he moaned as he beat himself off. His eyes were locked on my bosom as I wobbled and shook it for his enjoyment! Spurts landed all over me as he flogged himself time and again. "God, so big! Look how big you are, Mrs. B! There's no one like you! Ungh! I can't stop cumming all over your huge tits! And you are so proud of them! You don't try to hide them! You love to show them off to everyone, don't you?"
"I do, Harold, I love to make you hard! To see how big you get. To watch your dick fill your pants and then, when you fuck me? Oh, I love that more than anything! I want to show off for you all the time! To make you hard all the time so you will fuck me, all the time." "Oh, you are so sexy! You know what would be fun, Mrs. B.? We should go out some time. Just you and me. Get you all dressed up in something wild and hot! Some slutty little outfit that really shows off your amazing figure. Some thing that showcases those 38-T, 68 inch boobs! Some thing that emphasises your slinky hips and amazing waist! An out fit that allows everyone to see just how amazingly large your tits have become! We should go to the mall or out for dinner or somewhere and see how many boners you can pop with all the guys watching you! That would be hot, you would cause a riot with these huge tits on display in a some sort of tight, low cut shirt and a pair of short-shorts. Wearing heels, too! Wow, that would be amazing!" "I could wear a push up bra, " I answered as I thought about it. Getting to watch Harold and all the other men get hard watching me? It was something I had fantasized about. I'd gone trolling sometimes by myself to see how men stared at me in some sexy little outfit. But I had never gone as far a Harold was describing. Doing it with Harold along, too? I could feel the excitement rise as I thought about it. Harold was using his dick head and wiping the last of his cum onto the upper slopes of my tits as we talked. Without really thinking about it I was scooping up as much as I could and sucking and licking it off my fingers. "It sounds exciting," I told Harold. "I've never really tried to do something like that." It was just a little white lie. "Let me think it over." I pulled him down and gave him a final kiss good night. "I think it's time to call it a night, Harold. I have to get up in the morning and I need to get some sleep, honey." "Yeah, you've about worn me out," he said as he started to slowly pull his clothes on. We embraced one last time. Harold copped a final feel of my way beyond big titties and slipped out of the cabana and headed toward his house next door. I gathered my things and staggered back into the house. I could barely walk! The soreness was a delicious reminder of the many orgasms that Harold had brought me to. And it helped me make up my mind that one way or another I was going to fuck him as often as I could. Whether Deirdre approved or not! Just because my darling daughter was home for the summer didn't mean I should be unhappy, did it? Mrs. B's Story Looking him straight in the eye I raised my finger to my mouth and, slowly extending my tongue, I licked off my finger and then sucked it all in. "Ohhh, tastes good!" I purred. "Uhhh" "Oh my, am I the cause of that?" I asked, pointing to his straining crotch. I blinked in disbelief at the size of the meaty tubular bulge. "I guess I'd better help you with that. I can't let you go out looking that way, what would the neighbors think?" I was smiling lustfully at him as I said it. Moving slowly I shifted to my knees in front of him. "You'd better give me that," I said taking the glass from his palsied fingers. "You wouldn't want to spill it all over you, would you?" "Nuhhh.." I twisted from the waist to put the glass on the table behind me letting him get a real eyeful of the profile my immense breasts presented. He was panting loud enough now that I could hear each breath. Turning back to him I fluttered my hands across his crotch, playfully teasing him. I could see a stain growing at the end of his massive prick, which stretched almost to the hem of his shorts. "Why Harold! I better let this out before you split your shorts! How would you get home then?" "Ahhh!" I unbuckled his belt and undid the button and zipper. With a trembling hand I reached in. His dick was so hard and so long that it took both hands and some help from Harold shifting his weight several times but we finally managed to pull his dick out of the leg of his shorts. As it lolled out in front of me I was stunned by the sight. I had never seen such a magnificent specimen! My love of cock sucking came back to me in a rush! I couldn't wait to feel this massive dick between my lips! So thick I was unable to encircle it with one hand, the head of his prong was way past his navel! It also had a gentle arch, which caused it to arc away from his body. This was a cock that was just made to be crammed down an eager, swallowing throat! "Why Harold, I had no idea you had such a large cock! Do the girls at school know what you've been carrying around? Why I bet they fight for the chance to get you alone, hmmm?" "N..n..nooo" he stammered as I slowly stroked his cock from root to head and back. Copious amounts of pre-cum were oozing from the tip of his cock. I leaned forward and cat-licked up as much of it as I could which brought forth a deep groan from Harold. Tilting his cock toward me with just the tips of my fingers I ran my tongue around the rim of his cock head. The head seemed as large as a plum. As big as it was, the shaft behind it was thicker still and thickest of all at the root where it disappeared into the jungle of his cock fur. What a cunt stretcher I thought to myself! Moaning deep in my throat I slipped my lips over the head, keeping my eyes locked on his. His eyes drifted shut as I sank lower and lower. I had almost a third of the shaft in my mouth when I could go no further. I jacked off his prick slow and hard as I ran my lips and tongue up the knob and shaft. This boy's prick was larger and stiffer than any I had ever seen. Pressing my lips on the juicing tip of his cock I squeezed with both hands as I slowly opened my mouth again. The gurgling sound was obscene as I slowly stuffed as much cock into my mouth and throat as I could. My lips and face contorted around the thick shaft clogging my throat. I nearly choked trying to get more of his dick into my throat. Wet slurping, smacking sounds were echoing off the walls of the living room as I tried my best to corral his huge dick. The sounds of my own oral love making only made me hornier. I started to suck even harder! Lightly I began to bob up and down, fucking more and more of his boner down the back of my throat as I strained to adjust to his wrist-thick cock. Harold was groaning almost as loudly as my horny whimpering and juicy slurping. I felt my giant breasts wobbling up and down under my blouse. The movement brought my nipples to straining erection. Incredibly, Harold boner got even stiffer between my lips, basting in my hot throat. His hands released their death grip on the cushions and his fingers twined into my hair, encouraging me to take more and more of his dick into my gullet. He started to rock his hips off the couch. "Suck it, Mrs. B, suck it. I never felt anything so good," he moaned. The sounds of the blow-job were now very loud as I feverishly worked on his bloated cock. I nearly choked myself again as I took almost half of his dick down my throat. Hungrily my tongue swirled around his cock, skirting the flared tip to lap up the prick juices bubbling from his balls. My fist tightened around the root of his cock and I beat him off into my mouth as hard as I could. Harold grunted loudly as his body shook and he bucked his ass off the couch helplessly. My pussy was creaming heavily as I anticipated the salty explosion of cum. My boobs rocked and shook under the blouse and bra, the heavy bouncing increased my excitement! I sucked as hard as I could. I could feel the heat growing as my flushed face jammed back and forth on the massive pole of Harold's cock. Harold grimaced and his eyes flew open as his cock flexed strongly between my lips. It grew stiffer yet and then his mighty prick exploded! Torrents of jism spurted out of his cock, completely filling my mouth and squirting down my throat. I barely had time to swallow before his next massive gush filled me to overflowing. Again and again and again, salty lashes of cum coated my tongue and throat. I was swallowing as fast as I could. I couldn't keep up. I felt small streams of cock juice squeeze out of my tightly stretched lips and drool down my chin. My hands kept pumping strong and hard as he continued to release massive spurts of cum into my eagerly sucking mouth. Slowly the torrential flood of jism eased as I continued to suck and lick his still hard dick. Finally I had sucked up every last drop. Sitting back on my heels I looked proudly at Harold who was gasping for breath and shivering >from the strength of his ejaculation. I kept stroking his dick with one hand while I used the other to chase down the streams of cum that had escaped my lips and shoveled them back in to my mouth. His dick was rock hard as I sat there and it seemed that it was loosing none of its stiffness. I arched my back to relieve the tension that I had built up while crouching over his erection. I was pleased to see that his eyes were drawn immediately to my huge bosom. I took the time to stretch well while he watched. My breasts thrust forward strongly as I clasped my hands high over my head and stretched upwards. Slowly I swiveled from side to side, slowly shaking my immense bust beneath his thunderstruck gaze. "Gosh Harold, it seems that we may need to do more work to relieve you of this swelling," I giggled as I reached out and slowly ran both hands up and down his prick. "Why don't we go into the bedroom where we can work in comfort." "'kay, Mrs. B." he gulped, still fighting to catch his breath. Helping each other to our feet I led him by the cock to my bedroom and indicated that he should sit on the bed. His prick was still steel hard and throbbing as he sat down. Somewhere along the way he had lost his shorts and shoes and he sat naked on the bed while I stood in front of him, still completely clothed. My chest heaved up and down as I caught my breath. Harold looked a little dazed but he never took his eyes off me. "Now that we are here we can relax and do things properly", I husked. " "Okay" he replied. "Would you like me to take off my clothes?" I teased. "Ohhhh, yeah!" Smiling demurely I unfastened my belt, let it drop to the floor and then unzipped and wriggled out of my skirt. Wriggling like that, my breasts shook and shimmied under the loosened blouse, an action that caused Harold's dick to start to throb and leak. "You really like my titties don't you Harold?" I asked, running my hands over the large cloth covered mounds. Gulping, Harold just managed to nod in response. I moved my hands down to the tips of my straining bosom and cupped my hands under my tits. I lifted and squeezed them as much as I could in the tight bra. I pinched my nipples, bringing a moan to my lips. Moving my hands lower I molded the sheer blouse tightly to the colossal curves underneath. "I bet none of the girls at school have tits as big as these do they, Harold?" I gently shook them from side to side to demonstrate just how big they were. "Gosh, no, Mrs. B.", he stammered. "You have the biggest tits I've ever seen! Um, that is , I mean...." "Well, isn't that the nicest thing!" I simpered. "I'm glad you like my super big titties!" I was busy unbuttoning all the little buttons up the back of the blouse as I spoke. Teasingly I slowly slid the blouse off my shoulders. I clutched it to my front, not letting him see the true size of my breasts. I loved the rapt look on Harold's face. Once again his dick was oozing pre-cum. It looked so juicy and tasty I wanted to dive down on it at once, but I held off. Slowly, teasingly, I allowed the concealing blouse to drift to the floor. Clad only in heels, stockings, panties and garter belt from the waist down I posed in front of Harold letting him drink in the sight of my vastly top heavy body. Although I was more than several pounds overweight, the fact was that all of Harold attention was fastened on the sight of the largest bra he had ever seen trying to contain my bosom. I raised my hands behind my head forcing the bra to raise my breasts up and outward in offering. Taking a lingering moment to watch Harold looking at me I bathed in his adoring, lustful gaze. Giggling, I began to shimmy and shake my bosom at him. My breasts leaped and quivered in their over burdened captivity. The jiggling line of my cleavage shimmied and shook, the breast flesh surging back and forth like the tides. Staring intently, Harold took hold of his dick and began stroking himself as he watched the titty show I was putting on for his benefit. "Now, now, Harold. There is no reason for you to beat off when there is a willing, randy woman right here who wants to help you!" I cried as I dropped to my knees between his legs. I gently removed his hands from his dick. "If you want to feel something," I husked, " feel THESE." I placed both his hands on my over stretched bra. "Oh, my GOD!" he breathed as he shakily moved his hands all over the immense cups of my bra. "I never saw such a big bra, Mrs. B. you must have the biggest tits in town!" His enthusiasm was exciting. I had almost forgotten how much some men could enjoy what I had had to offer since young girl hood. "Well, I don't know about that," I demurred. "There may be a woman who has bigger breasts." "Not unless she's really fat!" He declared. "You aren't fat, you just have the hugest boobs!" His hands continued to roam all over the upper part of my body, pinching, squeezing and cupping. He ran his fingers up and down the exposed cleavage between the bra cups. "Well, I'm flattered that you like them so much," I purred. "I like the way you are touching them. You make them feel so good." "Can I see, I mean, would you, um, take it off? Please." "Why, honey, would you like to see my naked titties?" "Gosh, yes. How big, that is, I wonder, ahh..." "You want to know what my measurements are? You can ask. Lots of men have wanted to know. I'm not embarrassed about having really large breasts. I like having huge tits. You like to look at them and touch them, don't you Harold?" "Gee, yes, Mrs. B. I never imagined anyone could have tits as big as these. No one I've ever seen is anywhere near as big as you are!" He was still fondling me and doing a good job of it, too! "Well, honey, I wear a 42 Triple J cup bra. And I measure about 54 inches around!" His eyes widened in shock. "Triple J? Wow! And 54 inches! That's just incredible" his voice was cracking with excitement. I could see his dick pulsing and throbbing more strongly. His hands had excited my tits, my nipples were as stiff as dowels, sticking out through the fabric of my bra. I reached back and popped open the catches of the bra. I imagined that I heard the fabric groan in relief as the strain was released. I know I heard Harold groan as my breasts settled lower on my chest as the bra stopped supporting them high on my rib cage. My boobs spread out a little as they settled. Harold hands left my tits only for the moment it took to discard the bra. Then he pressed my tits together and mashed his face into my cleavage. Sucking and licking he worshiped my breasts frantically. He switched from one nipple to the other, back and forth. Cooing in pleasure I held him to my tits encouraging him to kiss and suck as much as he wanted. His face practically disappeared into the soft flesh of the deep cleavage as he nipped and licked all over. As he sucked on one nipple he would pluck and caress the other tit, pulling the nipple as far out as possible, letting it snap back into shape, then molding and squeezing them into different shapes. Trying to press them flat against my chest, watching them spring back into the normal immense rounded curves, then once again basting my throbbing, hardened nipples in his warm mouth. "Oh, Harold, Harold." I panted. "You make my titties feel so gooood. Ahhh, I love that!" I felt like I could have achieved an orgasm if I had let him continue. But I wanted to try something else first. "Harold," I said, gently disengaging him from my warm, pink flushed breasts. "Harold, there is something that a woman like me can do that not many others can do. I think you'll like it too. Would you like me to show you?" His face wore a dazed expression and his hands continued to work over my boobies. "Sure, what ever you say, Mrs. B" he declared gamely. "I want to be sure that you have plenty of stamina when we fuck," I whispered, watching his eyes widen when I used the word. "It seems that you have a lot of jism built up, so we need to take the edge off so you can spend a lot of time fucking me with your huge dick. You want to do that, right Harold?" "S..s..sure, I do" he stammered. "Okay, you lie back now honey, and watch this." I pushed him gently until he was leaning back on his elbows. Scooting up a bit more, I moved until my breasts overhung his crotch. Then using one hand to hold his incredibly thick dick steady, I lowered my breasts onto his groin, completely covering him from crotch to navel under the warm mountains of my tits. Pulling his dick upright I sandwiched it between my tits. Harold groaned in response as I mashed my titties around his dick. I rubbed hard, moving my hands in small circles on the outer swells of each immense tit. His dick was caught tight between the moving, flexing melons. Then, squeezing hard, I alternated lifting and dropping one tit and then the other rolling his dick between my immense boobs. "That feels super Mrs. B!" Harold moaned. "You've got to have really big titties to do this", I bragged, "particularly with a cock as long and thick as yours! How does this feel?", I asked as I began to lift both tits up and down at the same time. "G..g..great, I think I'm going to cum again", he said as his eyes started to drift shut. "Play with my nipples dear, I like to have you tweak and pinch 'em." His hands flew to grip the hard hubs and he raised his head to watch me as I continued to titty fuck his oozing dick. The seminal fluid was lubricating the passage of his immense dick as I pumped my tits up and down over his straining dick. "I love this!" he exclaimed. "Your tits are so big and soft and warm. So big! Squeeze 'em hard, your tits are gonna make me cum!" "I love it too, baby. You have such a big dick! See how it disappears when I lift up, and then peeks out when I push down? That's what it looks like when you ram your dick into some lucky girls cunt! Isn't that the most exciting thing you've ever seen?" I enthused, as Harold groaned deep in his throat. "Yeah, honey, cream all over my big tits! I love to feel a man squirt all over my boobs!" I was mashing my tits up and down as fast as I could go, his dick disappearing into my cleavage only to reappear a moment later. I licked at the head as it popped out which brought a howl from Harold. His hands were pinching my nipples cruelly but that only added to my pleasure as I felt his dick throb strongly between my tits and jet a strong spurt of cum. The first wad was caught between my breasts but the second one splashed out to hit under my chin and ricocheted onto my throat and upper chest. Quickly I grabbed his dick and while he continued to twist and pull on my nipples, I jacked him off onto my tits as hard as I could while supporting both breasts with my other forearm. Spurt after spurt rocketed from his piss-hole to dash against my breasts and nipples. I couldn't believe how much cum I was able to nurse out of his cock. He was coming just as much now as he had the first time just a few minutes ago! Finally, with a groan, he sank back onto the mattress. I swaned my neck forward and licked and sucked up all the juices from his dick. Spreading his legs I lifted his balls and cleaned them off as well. His sack was huge! Each testicle was almost the size of a baseball! Even as I licked and slurped up the last of the cum I could feel his testicles swelling with a fresh load. With balls like these, I thought, he must produce more jism that any three men! "Well," I said, as I sat back on my heels, "that should take the edge off, don't you think?" "Mrs. B., I don't think I can go again, I've never cum so hard in my life. And twice in a row!" he said, propping himself up on one elbow. "Nonsense, you're young, you have lots of energy left. Besides, so far, I've done all the work!" I pointed out. As I spoke I was wiping up some of the cum that had landed on my throat. With a soft whimper of pleasure I licked off both hands. Then, making sure that he was watching I lifted first one and then the other breast, licking up all the cum and sucking each dusky rose nipple in turn. By the time I was done and all cleaned up his dick was as hard as ever! "See," I smiled, "you're ready to go now! You like to watch me play with my tits, don't you? You get turned on seeing me lick and suck my big tits, eating up all the cum you spurted on to them! Do you like to see me shake them back and forth like this? Yeah? I thought so. "And do you like to hear me slap them together?" I demonstrated, clapping one against the other until the fleshy thumps echoed in the room. "These are so big and solid, Harold. I bet you'd like to see me going around bra-less, wouldn't you? Watching my big ol' titties shimmy and shake under a tight sweater, huh? "So let's not hear anymore about being too tired," I teased as I crawled into bed next to him and wiggled into a good fucking position. "Now Harold, I want you to slide over here and climb on top. I want to feel you push your big fucking dick as deep into me as you can! I'll help you. I know you're going to love fucking!" To my surprise Harold didn't just climb on top of me as I had suggested. Instead, he gathered my massive tits together on my chest and started sucking and nipping them all over again, moaning with lust as he did so. Moving from one to the other he continued to suck and play with my tits for minutes on end. Moving downward then, he planted a line of kisses on my softly rounded belly and down toward my cunt. Carefully he began to lick up and down each thigh and then he began to lick my cunt through the sheer silk of my panties. The feeling was wonderful. No one had ever done this to me before and I adored the warm, wet, caresses Harold lavished on my cunt as my cunt lips opened beneath his lips like a flower in spring. Mrs. B's Story He inched my panties down and off my legs and then dived back onto my wet cunt. His tongue swept up and down the lips to either side of my love hole and then he started to lick deeper and deeper into my cunt. Finally, after several minutes of this, he latched onto my clit and, lashing it up and down, back and forth with his tongue tip, he forced me into a massive orgasm. My hips pounded up and down on the mattress. Somehow Harold managed to hold himself in position as he guided me through the strongest cum I had had in a long time. He's just a boy, I wailed to myself as I kept cumming and cumming. He's already the best lover I've ever had and he's only a boy! A boy with a cock that would do Rex the Wonder Horse proud I was reminded as he rose to his knees between my legs. Straining out from his crotch was his semen-dripping rod. It jerked and pulsed so far out that I thought for a moment I could lick it without having to move my head. "P..p..put it in, Harold" I moaned. "I need to feel your cock in me. But go slow! It's so big, you don't want to hurt me!" "I'll try," he replied shakily. "I'll go as slow as I can." Gripping his dick at the root he sluiced his cock head up and down the sopping wet trench of my cunt. His hand could not reach around the shaft either I noticed. Again and again he teased me with the head of his dick, rubbing it up and down and over my clit. Beside my self with lust I tilted my hips this way and that trying to capture the head of his dick between my quivering pussy lips but he just kept teasing me! "In, put it in me!" I cried. Biting my lower lip I watched between the mountains of my breasts as his immense log hovered at the opening of my cunt. "I need you to fuck the piss out of my hot little cunt you big dicked son of a bitch! Put it IN MEEEEEEEE!" I wailed. "Here we go then," he muttered. He centered his dick at the entrance of my cunt and slowly pushed. His teasing had lead me to the brink and feeling my cunt lips being stretched so far by his dick head pushed me over the brink to another orgasm. "Oh, My Fucking GOD!" I screamed. "Oh, GOD, DAMN. Fuck me, fuck me fuck me! HUH, HUH, HUH!" My hips pounded up and down and my cunt clenched and spasmed! Shaking in the aftermath of the massive orgasm, I watched as Harold slowly flexed his hips, driving more and more of his mammoth lance into my buttery, creaming cunt. After he had sunk several inches of his wrist-thick pole into me he pulled back and then fed it to me again. The feelings shooting through me were incredible. His dick was so big that I could feel myself stretching each time he pushed into me, my cunt lips clung to his shaft each time he retreated. Again and again he fed me that same portion of his shaft, changing the angle and direction with shifts of his hips and pelvis. My tits shivered and shook as he pounded away. He began to slowly lengthen his strokes, feeding me more and more dick. With a wail I announced the arrival of yet another orgasm, even more intense than the last. "God, I love it, give me more cock! Fuck me, fuck me, slam it in, make me cum again!" Never had I enjoyed such an intense series of orgasms, my body was quivering as he continued to fuck me steadily. Shivering with delight I stole another look at the juncture of our bodies. My boobs were bouncing and shaking as I looked between them. He was only giving me about half of his dick! I felt like I was being stuffed with more cock meat than ever before in my life and he was only half way home! "More, more, deeper, deeper. I need more, go on, stud, and fuck me harder, harder!" I was practically crying with lust. I threw my legs as far apart as I could and pulled him closer to me with my arms. "Fuck me now! More! Deeper! More! Come on, slam it to me!" I wailed. With a grunt Harold stepped up the pace. Faster and faster his dick raced through my sopping wet cunt. He fed me more and more of his immense length of cock. I could hear squelching sounds now as his steel hard dick pounded into my dripping cunt. Deeper and deeper his cock forced its way into my cunt. It was incredible. I had never felt anything like it. I couldn't get enough! Despite the fact that he was giving me more dick than I had ever had I wanted, no, I NEEDED more. "Uh, harder, uh, deeper, uh faster! Uh, fuck me, fuck me. Feel my cunt around your dick? Feel how tight it is? Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck MEEEEE!" With another grunt Harold pushed it into high gear. His hips pumped back and forth jamming more and more cock into me with each stroke. Each stroke raised the level of ecstasy that I was feeling. I crashed into another cum just as he socked the full length of his incredible dick into my cunt. My pussy squeezed and milked his cock along its full length as I urged him to drown me in his spunk! "Shoot! Fill me up! More, more, more, Oh God, I just keep cumming and cumming. Fuck me Harold, fuck me 'til I can't walk! Christ this is the best EVER! Fuck me harder, harder!" My hands were clenched on his buttocks, I thought I might be drawing blood I was holding onto him so tight! I tried with all my strength to draw his massive pole even deeper into my pussy! Suddenly I felt his cock swell larger and then a great gusher of cum jetted into my cunt. Groaning he collapsed upon my breast and as I held him close with my arms and legs he shot load after load into my still clenching pussy. Finally, after what seemed to be endless minutes he stopped drenching my cunt with his seed. With another groan he relaxed and rolled onto his back next to me. "Christ, that was good. Harold, you have the biggest cock!" I rolled onto my side. His dick was quivering over his stomach. Still almost full length and it looked so good soaked in our combined juices. I couldn't resist it! I wanted to suck it clean. Moaning with lust I wrapped my hand around it at the base and used my lips and tongue to lap up all the spunk I could find. Unbelievably, as I worked, I felt the stiffness return. By the time I had finished his dick was as stiff as a board and ready to go again. Just looking at that monster made me horny all over again. "You just lie there, Harold. Let me do all the work!" Suiting action to words I swung a leg over him and, fitting the head of his dick to my cunt, I plunged downward as hard as I could! "Huh! Christ what a womb pounder! Huh! Huh! Huh!" I forced my self up and down his massively stiff dick! My breasts swung and danced over his chest and face as I continued to force more and more cock into my hungry pussy. It felt like a steel pole up my middle! I swear it didn't bend or flex at all but forced my cunt to accommodate its shape! With a final grunt of effort I managed to take it all! "There!" I shouted in triumph. I put my hands on his stomach for support as I began to ride him in short 4-inch lunges. My position forced my tits together and outward. Grinning lustfully Harold clamped both hands onto one massive tit and sucked hard on its nipple. "Yes, baby, suck my big titties! Nip them, bite them, I love that! Oh, God you make me feel so good. I could keep this up all night!" I panted. "Me too!" Harold responded before returning his attention to my tits. As he did so I crashed to another orgasm. I had lost count of how many I had had. All I knew was that I wanted still more! I hoped he could keep up with me. Youth has lots of vigor but I had a big need built up! "Fuck!" I cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me all night long Harold. Fuck me all night long!" Several hours later it seemed that I was going to get my wish! Harold and I were still going at it! Doggie style this time! He was inexhaustible! At first I dangled my tits in front of him to encourage him to keep going. Or used my mouth on him. But now I didn't bother. It seemed that my Harold was a fucking machine. True, his ejaculations were not as copious as at first but they were still strong. He had fucked me to more orgasms than I could recall. He came in side me, in my mouth, over my tits, in my hand. He came frequently- and always seemed to be able to recover with in minutes. I don't think we went more than three or four minutes without sex of one kind or another. The longest break we took was when I took a moment to clean up in the bathroom. Harold would slide out of my cunt and immediately start sucking on my titties and spring a hard-on! Or I would roll against him, and tease him with my nipples and he would be hard once more. Again and again I could use my tits, my mouth or my hands to bring him to erection. I think I had the best luck using my vast bosom. He could not keep his eyes or his hands off my tits! He fucked me to the point of exhaustion. He brought me to endless orgasms using his mouth. His dick was a flesh and blood truncheon, battering endlessly at my cunt! Finally, at almost midnight I bade him good bye, reluctantly. And I swear, his dick was getting hard again as I kissed him goodnight, a deep, soul searing, tongue entwined goodnight kiss as I ground my huge tits against his chest! "When can we do this again?" he asked as he was leaving. "Any time you get a big achy hard on, you bring it on over and I'll help you deal with it," I giggled tiredly. Little did I know what I had just committed to! The next morning was the first day of school. As I was getting breakfast Harold knocked on my kitchen door. As I let him in I saw a huge bulge in his pants. With out waiting to be asked I sank to my knees and proceeded to give him a sloppy, slurrpy blow-job that had him gushing in no time! After school he stopped by with the same problem! This time he fucked me through half a dozen orgasms while he came three times in an hour and a half! This set the tempo for the rest of the year. Every morning he would drop by and I'd give him a blow-job or a titty fuck. Every afternoon he would stop by the house for an afternoon of non-stop sex. Harold's stamina was inhuman! He would arrive at my place with a boner out to here, we would suck and fuck all afternoon and he would often leave still stiff after I let him suck my titties good bye! He fucked me more in one week than Brad had in all of our marriage! And I craved it just as much or more than Harold did. I made sure that I was always home from shopping before he got out of school! No way was I going to miss an afternoon of fucking with this young stud with the world largest, hardest dick and the biggest balls I'd ever imagined. And the weekends! I lived for the weekends. We would take turns on the weekends. I would be his plaything one weekend and he would be my plaything on the next! It was wonderful! On my weekends I would often keep him erect for hours on end. Teasing him by dressing as provocatively as I could. Flaunting my huge titties in tight tops, sheer blouses or wearing bikinis that could barely contain my big bouncing boobs. Letting him watch cartoons on Saturday morning I would suck load after load from his constantly erect dick, alternating with his favorite, titty fucking! In the afternoon we would lounge by the pool while we fucked all afternoon. We wore out two lounge chairs? the webbing just snapped! When it was his turn he would make me undress and he would force me to lean over him while he sat in my lounge chair. He could play with my tits until he had made me cum just from the titty play. Then he would jack off over my tits or titty fuck me or suck on my cunt until I thought I'd pass out! Then we would fuck non-stop for the rest of the day. Sometimes he would tell me fantasies about school. About how girls would suck him off in the cloakroom, how the school nurse would collect semen samples from him. The librarian who would kneel beneath the desk and nurse on his cock all period! They were fun, sexy fantasies for Harold. I knew that I didn't have to take them seriously. With his encouragement I bought all sorts of sexy, clingy, revealing clothes. Tight halter-tops that barely hid my nipples. Tight skirts, sweaters that emphasized how top heavy I was. Bras that show cased my pretty tits and all sorts of sexy under things! I would model them while he would jack off watching me! But I always made him tell me if he was cumming so I could slurp it down or hold out my tits so he could cum on them. Some days while Harold is in school I dress up and go out to tease men in town. I've caused several traffic accidents walking down the street in my sexy new clothes, I love knowing that men were popping boners watching me bounce and jiggle around. I would get all excited and then rush home to let Harold take care of my hot pussy! Best of all, all this sex has been really good for me. When we started I measured 54-29-42. But with all the sex and physical activity I've lost inches off my hips and waist. Which now measure 36 and 24. And while I lost a little around my chest, I now wear a 38-inch band bra, my tits have actually gotten bigger. A LOT bigger. Before I wore a 42-JJJ with my total measurement of 54 inches. Now I total 68 inches and wear a 38-T cup bra. That is, if I wear one. For in addition to growing so much I've also gotten much firmer. My breasts swoop out farther than my shoulders and project in front of me by at least one foot! I don't really NEED a bra for uplift, my tits have no stretch marks. Mostly I wear one to let Harold take it off me. And to allow me to not attract too much attention when I go out in public. I have no idea how to explain it. And I don't really care. All I care about is that Harold constantly gets a hard on when he sees me. He sucks my tits and fucks my tits and creams on my tits constantly. He is such a big tit nut! Some times I buy some of the big tit magazines at the store and we compare my figure with the ones in the magazines. I recreate the poses Harold likes best so he can take digital pictures of me. Or we rent a big tit video tape and recreate the scenes. Harold swears I'm bigger and firmer and better than any of them are. And he proves it to me every day. Every couple of weeks Harold insists on measuring my body. He measures my hips and waist first. He measures my thighs and upper arms. He tries to calculate my percentage of body fat! But all his calculations are off he told me, because I had such large, firm milky white tits! Those he measures most carefully of all! Above and below my tits. Around the largest part of my breasts both while standing upright and while leaning over so my tits dangled heavily beneath me. He measures what he called my wing span, the distance between my nipples. He measures from outer edge of one breast to the other. He measures from collar bone to nipple. He measures circumference of each tit again while standing and while bending over. He never gets tired of this play. And since he fucks me before, during and after these measuring sessions, I never tire of them either. He has kept a log book of my "achievements" as he called them. He even tried to weigh my big titties but he could never figure out how to do it accurately. And since I was losing inches and pounds elsewhere my total weight never changed a great deal. My tits have gotten so big now that when we do it doggie, I have to stay up on my hands. If I get onto my elbows, my tits get totally squashed into the mattress. Harold likes to see my boobs bulge out to the sides but he can't play with my nipples as much as I like so. . . So for the past year I've been getting fucked endlessly by my young neighbor. A young man who is blessed with the biggest dick in the world. A young man who loves my big titties and who can spring a hard-on even after a long day of fucking when I tease him with my tits. And I have come to long for these marathon sessions as much as he does. Perhaps more. But now my darling daughter is coming home for the summer. I can't wait to see her. But I can't stand the thought of not having my daily doses of Harold! I've grown addicted to feeling that huge dick plunge in and out of my throat and cunt. I can't stand the thought of not being able to jack him off onto my tits every day! What will I do? She comes home this weekend. I wonder if she's changed after a year of college? The End