Executive Perks
A Fantasy
Copyright 2000 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Mike Spencer was Vice-President-Sales of Hooper Industries, a Fortune 500, multi-national manufacturer of electrical motors based in suburban Long Island. One of Hooper's biggest competitors was Vanguard Motors Company, headquartered in Cleveland, Ohio. Vanguard was large, too, but had just missed the most recent Fortune 500 cut-off point. For years, the two corporations had vigorously competed head-to-head all over the world. After looking hard at each other's strengths and weakness, the boards of the two entities decided that they could do much better as a single unit. Vanguard was very strong in Asian markets, while Hooper had a particularly prominent presence in Europe. Vanguard tended to specialize in well-designed, smaller types of motors while Hooper was known for the quality of its very large, industrial-size equipment. There was no doubt about it — the two companies could fit together very well as a single unit.
The merger (the deal was actually structured so that Hooper bought out Vanguard) required exhaustive negotiations and even federal anti-trust clearance. After nearly a year working out such details, everything was in place. The top executives of both companies agreed to meet in early August at Hooper's corporate retreat in eastern Long Island for a week of final paper signing and hand shaking.
Once the formalities were completed, Tom Holmes, Mike's counterpart at Vanguard, told the group of newly minted fellow employees that he had arranged for them all to spend the weekend relaxing. "We're planning to really enjoy ourselves after all these months of hard work," Tom announced. "Both you and your families. We're flying them in for the weekend on our nickel."
As he and Mike left the room together to go into town for dinner, the Vanguard VP grabbed Mike by the elbow and stopped him in the corridor for a word.
"Keep this under your hat, Mike, but for a few of us, we've got some extra-special plans to commemorate the merger. We're talking about some very special recreation," Tom said to Mike with a wink. "I think you'll really like what I have planned for you and a few other select guys. Keep this weekend open and don't breathe a word. If you can manage to accomplish those two things, you're in line for a weekend like nothing you're ever dreamed of!"
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On Tuesday, as the executives took a morning coffee break, Tom took Mike aside once again and told him the details. "We're planning activities for everyone this weekend. The husbands and wives and family groups are going golfing, playing tennis, sailing on Long Island Sound, or shopping on Fifth Avenue. That sort of thing. They'll be staying at hotels in Manhattan or somewhere in the Hamptons so that the rest of us can have the estate to ourselves for some very, very, very special fun."
Then Tom paused, cleared his throat a bit nervously, and said in a slightly lower voice, "Some of us enjoy particularly sensual pleasures. Mike, I know that you're a sales-type guy who probably had his share of fun on the road over the years. I also know that you're divorced and I've heard that you spend a lot of time in pursuit of female company — quite successfully, I understand! For those of us whose personal lives favor such fun ... that's the unattached guys plus a few married fellows whose wives aren't here — how they work it out is their business — we're going to fly in some unbelievably hot, fabulously beautiful babes to spend the weekend with. It's going to be something you'll remember for the rest of your life. Are you interested, Mike?"
Mike, a strikingly handsome, buffed and toned mid-thirties guy who was between girl friends, considered the matter for a nano-second at most and then enthusiastically responded, "You bet! What a way to end this merger process!"
"Here are the details, then," Mike went on. "I want to get an idea of what sort of babe would best float your boat. Then, I've got a top-of-the-line international escort broker who can search the world for your preference. We'll come as close as we can for each guy, so this could be a real fantasy night for all of us."
"Sounds great!" Mike responded, eagerly.
"It looks as if there will be about a dozen of us. We'll get a few more girls than guys so that fellows who want a manage a trois can arrange it. Plus, if a guy doesn't happen to like the girl we selected for him, he'll have a few other women to choose among. But believe me, Mike," Tom concluded, "we're really planning to bring in the absolute cream of the crop, so I don't see how anyone could be disappointed."
"Count me in," Mike said, enthusiastically. "Is this an executive perk, a corporate freebie? Or does each guy pick up his own tab?"
"It's a total perk — these babes are on the house." Tom responded. "And in case anyone were to find out about it and squawk, it's being paid for by Vanguard. Since Hooper is swallowing up Vanguard, this will be one of our last corporate acts before we cease to exist. If word of our escapade gets out, well, it was put on and paid for by a now-defunct corporation. 'So what's the problem?' we'll ask. Besides, our security is going to be tight; we'll have the estate pretty much cordoned off by our security guys while we're, er, playing around. So, keeping things on the QT shouldn't be a problem, Mike. That way we keep the stockholders and the business press in the dark.
"Now," Tom went on, "since you're in, there's the little matter of the babe you'd like to see walk into the room Friday night. Describe your absolute dream girl, Mike, and we'll try to have her on hand Friday night."
"Well," Mike said thoughtfully, "I've always really liked girls with big tits — I mean really big tits. And as long as I'm fantasizing here, what the hell, let's say I'd like a broad with just absolutely enormous tits — something in an H-cup size ... along those lines if not bigger ... but on a really slim and drop-dead gorgeous girl, though — that's important! She's got to be extremely beautiful. Maybe a girl like some of those unbelievably built porn stars or strippers they've had on the Jerry Springer or Jenny Jones show from time to time." Mike began to get a far-away look in his eye as he contemplated the idea.
"Man! I could really feature spending a weekend in bed with one of those super-buxom beauties." Mike exclaimed. "Someone like Angelique, that really buxom, beautiful Brazilian porn star or maybe Minka — she's an unbelievably huge-chested Korean gal who keeps adding more and more silicone to her tits! Lulu Devine, if you've ever seen her — a real big titter — something like that. When I think about it, though, I'd like somebody a lot better looking than Minka or Lulu — they've both got the kind of chest I like but, frankly, they're not the most beautiful heifers in the corral. I just heard on the grapevine that a really luscious German girl named Chloe Vevrier is doing some escorting these days. She's so beautiful and buxom. Maybe you can fly her in."
Mike paused for a moment. "That reminds me, though — no silicone, unless it's really not noticeable; I like natural tits because they're so soft and squeezable. Feeling up a girl who turns out to have the equivalent of bags of concrete in her bra is a real turn-off."
"I'll do my best," Tom responded. "It's nice to work with a guy who knows his own mind. Anything else on your check-off list?"
"Just that I really like to make out a lot before going to bed," Mike said. "And I really like to have my glass blown — of course, who doesn't? The perfect girl would absolutely have to French kiss — and I mean deeply, frequently, and enthusiastically. I'd like her to be really passionate, too — like a girl friend. And I really like bare-back blow jobs, so I'd like a girl whose comfortable with that ... getting blown with a rubber on is just about exciting for me as holding hands while wearing boxing gloves!"
Mike paused for a moment. "That should about do it. Oh, yes ... if the girl were to have really thick lips to go along with her huge tits, that would probably make everything just perfect. I hope I'm not being too picky, but those are the things that ring my bell. Hell, you told me to design my dream girl ... so I did! Besides, even If I'm being unrealistic, I know you'll come as close as you can. Oh, yes, she won't have to do Greek — you know, take it up the chocolate river — 'cause I've never gotten into that for some reason."
"I'll see what I can do," Tom answered. "And I'm glad you brought up the subject of bareback sex. All of these babes will be tested for every sexual disease known to man from AIDS on down before they arrive. And they want us guys tested as well so that everybody's comfort level is way up there. Only guys who pass the tests are welcome, but then — guess what? Once you're cleared for STDs, we're talking about hot bareback, girlfriend sex all night Friday and as far in the rest of the weekend as your body and pecker will take you. We won't have a rubber in the house — it'll be hot skin to hot skin sex, exclusively! I think we're going to have a real weekend to remember, Mike."
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The rest of the week just flew by; it was Friday afternoon, and the principals were wrapping everything up before Mike knew it. The process had involved long work sessions; the executives were at work in the conference room by 7:00 a.m., and meetings that lasted until midnight were common. Aside from quick meal breaks — usually catered food eaten right at the conference table — the only change in the routine involved clandestine blood tests administered by a lab whose technicians had been sworn to secrecy. Mike heard later that everyone involved had passed except for a poor assistant VP of marketing from Vanguard who had turned up with a newly minted case of the clap. Oh well, better to find out that way than to have your wife confront you with a case of her own, the guy had replied.
Tom whispered in his ear as people were leaving for their various weekend destinations that the guys involved in their little play group were going to get dinner on their own, and then meet in the downstairs bar of the Hooper corporate retreat at 8:00. The girls would be primping in the upstairs bedroom suites and would be introduced to their weekend dates a few minutes later.
"One thing, though," Tom said to Mike. "We ended up changing your girl at the last minute. We had a real hot number for you — she was really beautiful and awesomely buxom as well. Actually, her chest size was even bigger than the H-cup size you had talked about. She's a natural 36J. She's got the biggest no-silicon tits on a slim, beautiful girl we could find. Yesterday, though, my talent scout called and told me he had just found an even more perfect babe for you and was flying her in from South Africa. Since you indicated the bigger the better so long as the girl was slim and beautiful, we thought, why not make a switch? Besides, Chuck Reilly — he's an operational VP from Vanguard — had put in for an outrageously buxom date, too, and we had not really been able to fill his bill. So we thought, well, why not switch things around? But because I'm your good buddy, Mike, you better believe you're getting the better end of the deal."
"Sounds great!" Mike said. "What can you tell me about her?"
"Well, because we just found out about her, I'll have to say that some of the details are still a bit hazy," Tom answered. "But I can say this about your new date, Mike — if you can find a girl with bigger tits than Christy — that's her name, by the way — I'll certainly be amazed, because I hear they're just unbelievably massive — maybe even beyond belief!"
"Wow!" Mike exclaimed, "now you're really whetting my appetite!"
"Here're some more stuff, then," Tom retorted. "She weighs 155 pounds, which seems a little hefty for a girl who's only 5' 4". But they tell me that her tits weigh 26 pounds each, if you can believe that, so that with average tits she be only about one-o-four or so. That's a lot of tit meat, my man. I don't know her cup size exactly, but the word I get is that they leave your original date's J's in the dust.
"They also tell me that she's very young, incredibly beautiful, amazingly curvaceous even apart from her huge tits — she's got legs and an ass to die for, I'm told — and is a very passionate lover, as well. So, I think Friday's going to be your lucky day, pal."
"Christ," Mike exclaimed. "You've almost got me drooling with anticipation already. She sounds just perfect."
"You should be drooling," Tom declared. "Anyway," he continued, "as I said, we did go ahead and switched Danielle, your J-cup date, to Chuck. He'll be really happy with Danielle — at least until he sees Christy, that is! Your date's going to be a little late arriving, though, so you'll just have to wait in the bar a bit for her to arrive. But Mike, she's well worth the wait, so just suck on your drink for a while and be patient. Before long, my man, you're going to have the girl of your dreams sucking on your dick!"
"Sounds fabulous," Mike responded.
"As I said," Tom continued, "you won't believe your eyes when you see her. The size of her tits is supposed to be almost beyond belief. Think about sucking on them. Let's put it this way — when she walks in the room, you'll know she's the one we picked for you. No doubt about that! She just couldn't be anyone else."
CHAPTER TWO
The cocktail lounge at the corporate retreat was located in the basement. It featured a long mahogany bar scavenged from an old turn-of-the-century working man's saloon in the Bowery. Mike and half a dozen or so of his fellow employees and Vanguard counterparts sat at the bar and expectantly sipped at their drinks. The rest of the fellows sat on some of the soft couches and love seats that filled the far reaches of the spacious room. The face of the clock read 8:00. All eyes were nervously fixed on the doorway through which the executives' companions of the weekend were about to enter. Everybody was ready for a memorable night of unbelievably hot sex followed by two more days of the same. Hell, they were more than ready! They were frantic with lust and anticipation!
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At about 8:10, the first girl came through the door. What a beauty she was! She was very petite, about 5' 1", and had long blonde hair that extended almost down to her ass. Her bare butt was fully on display; it was just unbelievably curvy. The girl wore a very skimpy cocktail dress (with 6" heels) that, because of a special cut-out in the back of the dress that went up and over her super ass cheeks, probably would have gotten her arrested if she had worn it in public. The dress also more or less covered a really big pair of firm tits. Mike guessed they were just Ds, but on account of her tiny frame — Mike doubted if she weighed over 95 pounds — they looked more like Es or even Fs on her petite body.
Finally, her face was just drop-dead gorgeous — she was really beautiful. Man! If this was a sample of the women Tom had corralled for this weekend, Mike thought, these guys are going to be having the sex of a lifetime.
This particular girl walked over to a couch on which Phil, a plumb, balding Vanguard VP was sitting. Every eye in the place was ripping her clothes off and then wildly raping her fabulous body. Phil was kind of old (55 or so) and almost grossly fat; however, the blond acted as though he was God's gift to women. For his part, Phil's face looked as if the Christmas to end all Christmases had just come early. The couple was soon chatting and getting acquainted on the couch; only minutes later, Phil and the girl were passionately French-kissing and groping each other.
Soon after the fabulous blonde sashayed into the bar, a parade of equally drop-dead gorgeous babes began flocking into the room. They were a varied lot. There were creamy-skinned blondes, sultry Hispanics, sexy-looking blacks, and even an ultra-beautiful Asian girl. What they all had in common was their extreme good looks and utterly sexy bodies.
Overall, they were a pretty buxom lot, although a couple of the girls were relatively small-breasted. None of them was really massively buxom, however, so that although Mike would have gone to bed with any of them in a second, it was clear that his girl was not in the group that had already arrived.
Soon the executives and the women had paired off. A few of the extra girls were circulating in the room trying to scare up some interest among the guys still waiting for their dates, but Mike waved them off; he'd just as soon drink his drink and wait for his date.
Within a few minutes, things were pretty much out of control. Couples were frantically making out on the couches; indeed, a couple of blow jobs were already in progress. Some of the couples had left for upstairs bedroom suites for more private loving. Phil for one had his pants down, had lifted his now-nude blonde girlfriend's cunt up into the air, and was madly slamming his stiff cock up and down inside her shaved pussy.
Only Mike and Chuck Reilly, the Vanguard operational guy, were still waiting for their dates. They were both getting awfully horny from watching the hot lovemaking that was going on all around them.
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Suddenly, a ravishing, super-stacked brunette came through the door. She was absolutely gorgeous, had long black hair that extended about six inches down her back, and wore an extremely short, outrageously low-cut, very tight, clingy white dress. Above all, she was extremely buxom; mounds of tit meat were just pouring out of the top of her dress. Mike was sure she must wear an J- or K-cup at least, and was probably his original date. She had a really cute pouty face as well; with blonde hair she could been a double for Tiffany Towers, the really heavy-breasted, beautiful Canadian model and porn star. GOD! Before he had heard about Christy, he would have considered a girl like this to be the culmination of his wildest dreams.
The big-titted girl came straight over to Mike and began rubbing her huge tits against his chest. "Hi, handsome," she breathed, "I bet you're Mike."
"You got that right," Mike said, his thick, long cock beginning to swell at the pressure of the girl's big tits. Was this Christy after all?
"I'm Danielle," she whispered, "and I measure 36J-22-35. I was your original date but guess what? — I got switched to Chuck over there. When I came through the door and saw what a hunk you were, hmmm, I just had to come over and say hello on my way over to meet Chuck. You're so much younger looking than these other guys, too; it would have been great to spend the weekend with you, baby."
At this point, Tom hurriedly walked up; his date, a fantastically stunning Mexican girl he introduced as Alma, had essentially wrapped her totally nude body around his trunk. She had just an amazingly curvy rump, and utterly killer legs. She was slim, super-curvaceous, and drop-dead gorgeous. What's more, she had really big tits (measuring an E-cup size at least, Mike thought), which stuck straight out from her chest like fleshy torpedoes — they were so firm and shapely! What an amazing handful they would be. Shit! What an amazing babe Tom had reserved for himself. She was about a 20 on the 10 scale! But Tom was the social director for this event — so who could blame him for reserving the cream of the crop for himself?
"Danielle," he said, impatiently pointing across the room, "you're with Chuck, the guy over on that couch in the corner. Please go over and get acquainted with him. Mike, your date Christy has just arrived from the airport; she'll be out very soon."
"I'm just saying hello to Mike for a second," Danielle said with a bit of a pout, "'cause he's such a hunk. Don't worry, I'll head over to meet Chuck in a second." Sixty year-old Chuck, one should note, was both balding and overweight, and obviously was not a first (or even a second or third) choice for Danielle.
By this time, Mike, who had first gotten very horny at the wild sex going on all around him, and then even more so by the feel of Danielle's huge tits rubbing up against his chest, was alternating between rubbing and mauling her massive 36Js and cupping and squeezing her super ass cheeks. "I guess you've got to go, honey, but, wow, I'd sure be happy to spend any other night of the week with you," Mike moaned.
"Hmmm, me too," Danielle breathed. "You're a real good-looking guy, Mike. Here's a little taste of what you're going to miss 'cause they switched us around, sweetheart." She lifted up her mouth to give Mike a good-bye kiss.
What started as a mere peck soon escalated into a wild soul kiss. Their mouths were almost immediately wide open; each tried to jam his tongue down the other's throat. As the kiss went on and on, Danielle started rubbing and squeezing Mike's now-engorged cock, while he grabbed and squeezed her huge tits.
"Oh, baby," she moaned after the two-minute kiss finally ended, "your cock is so big and so thick. I'd really like to get together with you sometime this weekend; maybe we can switch partners or do a threesome or something. Or maybe we can get together some other weekend; Tom has my number. But, listen, don't be disappointed when I walk off to be with Chuck. When you see Christy, honey, your eyes are going to practically fall out of their sockets! She was coming in the dressing room while I was headed down here, so I was able to check her out. You're going to be one happy camper very soon, Mike. I guarantee it."
CHAPTER THREE
Mike continued sipping his drink, nervously switching his attention from the increasingly wild orgy going on around him in the lounge to the doorway through which his date would eventually walk. Finally, after about another fifteen minutes — it seemed to Mike like about fifteen hours — the door to the lounge opened and a very young-looking girl tentatively stepped into the room and just stood there, about fifteen feet away from Mike, obviously looking around for her date. When Mike saw her standing in the doorway, he almost fell off his barstool. He simply could not believe the fantastic vision of beauty and sexiness his eyes were transmitting to his brain!
Mike first noticed the girl's stunning baby-faced beauty. She was truly and unbelievably beautiful, absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, stunning beyond belief, actually. In fact, rating her on the 10 scale made no sense — she was simply off the top end of the 10 scale chart altogether! — like perhaps a 50! Jesus!
The ultra-beautiful girl had a cute, pert nose and gorgeous bedroom eyes, just for starters. Wow! She was impossibly and heartbreakingly beautiful. While watching the girls parade into the lounge from the close-up vantage point of his bar stool, Mike had decided that for sheer beauty Tom's 20-on-a-10 scale Mexican date was the pick of the litter. But no more — this girl left her in the dust; Alma was a Plain Jane by comparison. Actually, Mike's date-to-be — God! Mike hoped that's who she was! — was so beyond drop-dead gorgeous that trying to fit her into any sort of a rating system would be a fruitless exercise. She was, in other words, in a class by herself!
The young beauty had a slightly dusky complexion so that her racial identity was ambiguous. But she had unbelievably thick, really pouty lips, so she must be at least partially black. Tom had said she was flying in from South Africa, after all. "God!" Mike marveled to himself as he checked out those lips. They were really shapely and sexy, but they just stuck way out — they were almost in the Ubangi class. Wow! Mike could just imagine those huge, puffy, swollen lips sliding up and down his cock. Shivers ran up his spine as he contemplated the prospect of a protracted French kiss with his lips crushed up against, and then sucking on, super-fat, outrageously thick lips like those. Man! Mike started to shiver with anticipation. Even more the point, his cock had started to pay serious attention to the improbably beautiful girl he was about to meet.
The remarkable size of her lips was extremely arousing, after all. They actually enhanced rather than detracted from the beautiful young girl's appearance. Mike couldn't have explained it very logically, but on her, those super-fat, funnels of hot flesh were just right, just perfect as a complement to the extraordinarily beautiful young girl's face. She would, Mike thought, have looked less gorgeous with thinner lips. Of course, the immediate prospect of crushing their extremely cushioned thickness against his own hot lips and then later feeling them slide up and down his throbbing cock might have influenced Mike's thinking on the subject.
It troubled Mike, though, that the kid was so young looking — from a look at her face, a guy could doubt that she had actually reached puberty. Of course, a moment's glance at her body would dispel any doubts on that score! Still, based on her childlike face alone, Mike would have guessed she was about thirteen or so. Of course, he knew Tom would never fool around with any girl younger than eighteen for an affair like this. But still, she had an absolutely innocent baby face that made her look like she was still in middle school. But her body was in a post-graduate — hell, a post-doctoral — class by itself.
In keeping with that prepubescent look, she was wearing an English-style, plaid school uniform. This particular uniform would never pass muster with the headmistress, though — it was very, very short and barely covered the girl's pussy. Mike imagined that the better part of the girl's ass cheeks must be sticking out as well in the rear. Man! What a sight that was going to be! This amazing little skirt would not find favor at Miss Boatwright's Academy for Young Ladies, that's for sure! On the other hand, it was already getting an enthusiastic thumbs-up from Mike!
The young beauty had really super-shapely, absolutely killer legs. She was wearing sheer white stockings that stopped halfway up her thighs — Mike took them to be a parody of the knee socks English schoolgirls wore with their jumpers. He had never seen legs as perfect as those on any boarding school girl, that was for sure. And he had never seen a schoolgirl wearing the six-inch or so heels upon which this amazing piece of ass was wobbling while standing in the doorway.
The heels made it hard to judge her height. She seemed tall, but the heels undoubtedly contributed to that. Then Mike remembered that Tom had described her as being 5' 4", just a tad shorter than the height Mike preferred his girls to be.
The kid had really sexy hair, as well. It was silken, super-thick, really big, jet-black, and extended all the way down her back, it appeared to Mike from the front, almost to the top of her ass. For a guy like Mike who liked really long, big hair, this girl was perfect in this respect as well.
When Mike's scrutiny moved back up the young girl's legs and hips to her chest, his breathing got ragged and he felt himself getting a little dizzy. In fact, as his eyes roamed upward, Mike actually began to get seriously short of breath and his heart began wildly to race. He simply could not believe what he was seeing above her waist. His jaw was just hanging open in utter disbelief and amazement.
The uniform had shoulder straps that were typical of everyday public school jumpers; however, the white blouse that usually went with such an outfit was notably AWOL. Instead, Mike found himself staring, absolutely bug-eyed, at the biggest, firmest, most enormous pair of tits he had ever seen in his life. They were bigger than anything he had ever seen in a skin magazine. They were more massive than anything he had seen on the Jerry Springer show. The truth is that they were bigger than even any of the massive tits that had populated the hot, steamy masturbation fantasies of his teen-age years. What a pair! Mike simply could not believe it was possible for tits to be this huge.
Mike thought her breasts must be as big as watermelons. Nope, they definitely were bigger than that — they were, hands down, even bigger than the super watermelons that had been oversized enough to win the blue ribbon at the county fairs he went to as a kid back in rural Michigan. The super-pendulous, almost double-wide pillows of tit meat hung down to her waist, and maybe even a little beyond.
They were noticeably wider than her trunk; they stuck out on either side of her body by three or four inches at least. The effect was that above the waist, the girl seemed to have no trunk at all. Unbelievable! From just below her neck to just below her waist, she was just all tit — in that area the young kid was nothing more than a pair of gigantic knockers propped up on a luscious pair of legs. Mike's tongue was almost hanging out of his mouth in lust, shock, and galloping sexual anticipation as he drank in this frankly unbelievably huge set of milkers.
Her udders were super-firm though; they didn't seem to sag a bit. She had just huge areolae, too — they were as big as sandwich plates, and the jumper straps didn't even come close to covering them. Shit! The only reason this was not the girl of Mike's dreams was because he had never dreamed that a girl like this was even physically possible.
By now, Mike was just beside himself with lust and anticipation. God! The longer he looked at the girl the more faint-headed he got. She just couldn't be true — she must be a mirage, some sort of trick. She would surely disappear or evaporate before she had actually crossed the room to his barstool. Somebody must have spiked his drink with a hallucinogen or something — girls just didn't come in that shape!
Totally mesmerized, Mike took another look at the incredible sight across the room. The contrast among her heartbreakingly innocent yet surpassingly beautiful thirteen year-old face, her just unbelievably shaped legs and thighs, and her ultra-voluptuous, astoundingly massive chest was mind-blowing. If in fact she was the real thing, Mike wondered how he could possibly have gotten so lucky. Truly, a sexier, more beautiful, more desirable girl was impossible to imagine. Even a committee of sex-starved tit-men could not even have designed anything sexier than that vision that was standing across the room.
As the girl began to enter the bar area, she looked around briefly, and then spotted Mike sitting alone. She gave him a wink and a dazzling smile. As she walked across the room towards him, Mike thought he would bust his nut from the thrill of just watching this luscious, astonishingly buxom beauty totter across the room on her six-inch heels! Man! She was headed in Mike's direction, so this was definitely it. This incredibly luscious, ultra-buxom babe was his! Oh, Man!
The ultra-high heels, to which the young thing was obviously unaccustomed, made her beyond-massive, almost ridiculously huge bosom wildly shake, float, shimmy, bounce, quiver, and jiggle as she slowly and unsteadily walked in his direction. Wow! Yep, she was definitely headed straight to his barstool — she was the one for him! — no doubt about it. Mike could already imagine his shaking hands beginning to heft and then knead those monstrously huge knockers!
As the fantastically luscious piece of ass got closer and closer to his barstool, a heated vision of the weekend to come flitted across Mike's consciousness. In light of his date's incredible good looks and fantasy bosom, he was likely to spurt fantastic quantities of sperm in her direction over the next couple of days. And for Mike that was saying something. He was famous among his girl friends for having astonishing stores of jism packed away in his tennis ball-sized balls. That supply was going to get called on a lot this weekend, he could tell.
In addition, Mike was famous for his extraordinarily quick recovery times. "Again?" was a common, and even pained, question voiced by his dates — especially the very beautiful and buxom ones. Given that, with every step she took, Christy was looking more and more like the most beautiful and built girl he had ever seen — in life or even in videos or magazines — Mike had a feeling that this luscious young thing was in for a whole lot of fucking in the near future. He hoped she was in the mood!
At the same time, Mike was also renowned among the girls for his unusual staying power. He could, it was said, fuck for hours before coming. No doubt about it — no girl had to fear premature ejaculation when she was in bed with Mike. Having to plead for mercy before her cunt got rubbed raw by the extreme thickness of the guy's monstrously huge cock was a more likely possibility. Still, Mike knew well that the more beautiful, built, and curvy the date, the harder it was to hold your fire. From the looks of Christy as she neared the bar, his endurance was going to be severely tested by what was looking more and more like the sexiest partner he had ever seen or even fantasized about.
When she finally reached Mike's bar stool, the ultra-breasted beauty put her hands on his thighs and gently spread his legs apart. She then eased herself in between his legs, squirmed as close to his rapidly engorging crotch as she could get, and said in a soft, sexy voice, "Hi, you must be Mike. They told me upstairs to look for a really handsome, young-looking, muscular guy sitting alone at the bar. And, hmmm, baby, they were so right — you're so good looking — did I luck out in getting together with you for this weekend, or what?"
The staggeringly beautiful girl leaned in and, after encircling Mike's neck with her arms, gave him a lingering kiss on his cheek. Mike's already growing cock got markedly stiffer as he felt her stupendously huge tits pressing hard into his chest. Wow! Her ultra-massive tits were just too big to be true.
They were so unimaginably massive, in fact, that the sweet young girl experienced difficulty, while leaning into Mike, in getting close enough to give him that kiss on the cheek. Mike could feel the monstrously huge tits compress and squish against his chest as the girl's thick, swollen lips searched for his cheek. The extraordinarily erotic sensation of feeling her enormous breasts utterly mashed against his own body took Mike into sex heaven. As the girl's bulbous lips softly kissed his cheek, in fact, Mike noticed helplessly that he had squirted a load of pre-cum into his trousers. Those tits! Man!
Without even thinking about it, both his hands had quickly gone under Christy's skirt and honed in on what turned out to be unbelievably curvy ass cheeks. Her hot rump was bare; there were, needless to say, no panties under Christy's tiny little skirt to get in the way of Mike's searching hands. Mike was soon frantically cupping and squeezing the young girl's killer buns; they were so shapely and petite — each buttock fit perfectly into the palm of a hand. They were heavenly.
"I'm Christy," she said softly after pulling back just a bit to look Mike in the eyes. The girl had a vaguely sort of English accent. "As of just last week, I'm eighteen years old. That makes me a grown-up in this country instead of jail bait. I'm from Capetown, South Africa. I love to get sexy with really handsome guys like you. I can't wait until we're alone, baby! But it's really great the way you're taking charge ... ummm ... I love it when a guy does that. If he's the right guy. And you are, baby."
"Great to meet you, Christy," Mike said, "Hmmm, do excuse my hands," Mike added in a ragged voice. "It's just that you're wearing about the shortest skirt I've even seen and I just couldn't resist seeing what was underneath." Mike kept on cupping and squeezing Christy's perfect butt. "Baby, your ass is so fine! It's just perfect!"
"I always wear a tiny skirt at times like these," Christy responded, "'cause guys seem to like to play with my butt so much."
"Honey, your ass cheeks are so soft, so shapely, so petite, so sexy! I just can't keep my hands off them. And they're so petite; I just love the way each one fits so perfectly in the palm of my hand. They're just fabulous, baby."
"That's great, sweetheart, 'cause they're all for you." Christy responded. "It feels great, too, 'cause your hands are so strong but so gentle, too. I can tell you really know what you're doing. I really get off on guys like that!"
"Hmmm," Mike groaned, "I bet your bottom isn't the only part of your body guys like to rub and squeeze."
"You got that right, baby," Christy said with a smirk. "So let's get the obvious stuff out of the way first. Since you can't seem to keep your eyes off my chest, let me tell you about it. Using American measurements, I wear a custom-made 32Z bra, 'cause my bosom is just so unbelievably huge. My measurements are 32Z-18-31. It's funny, but those numbers seem to get guys so excited!"
The impossibly buxom young girl then cupped her left breast with both hands. The delicately small palms of her hands simply got lost in the spreading expanse of tit meat. "My breasts really need lots of loving," Christy declared as she softly kneaded the mountain of flesh she was balancing in her hands, "and I can tell you're just the guy to give it to them." She smiled lustily into Mike's eyes. "Do you like what you see, honey?" Then she chuckled. "I can already tell that you like what you feel!"
"Oh, baby," Mike moaned, "I couldn't have dreamed of a more beautiful, built girl than you. I love what I see. Shit, girl, you're a wet dream come true."
Christy responded by giving Mike a huge hug. The amazing pressure into his chest of her unimaginably massive, Z-cup jugs almost made Mike faint with lust and desire. She then took his hand. "In that case," Christy said, "let's get you away from this old bar stool and find a couch to sit on and get acquainted. You're such a hunk, Mike — I want to get really sexy with you. Come on, honey, let's go play with our bodies. I don't want to waste another second not being lewd with you."
CHAPTER FOUR
As she led the way, Christy walked a few steps ahead of Mike toward an empty couch in the corner of the room. The sight of her curvy, swiveling rump transfixed Mike. Christy's bare ass cheeks were indeed hanging way out of her tiny pleated skirt, and they were just fabulously shapely. Mike couldn't remember seeing finer, more delicious ass cheeks in his life. What a piece of ass Christy was!
He also noticed that every guy in the room had stopped what he was doing and was staring at Christy. To a man, these guys were engaged in hot sex with incredibly gorgeous, fantasy dates. Yet Christy was so unimaginably buxom, curvy, and beautiful that she was causing an absolute turmoil just by walking across the room. Guys were stopping in mid-fuck stroke to stare at her in wonder and amazement.
Nor were the guys the only ones taking note of Christy's astonishing adornments. Every single girl in the place was checking her out just as avidly as the men. Of course, their assessment was that of a gaggle of businesswomen checking out a competitor. All of these girls had been chosen to frolic this weekend on account of their astonishing good looks and mouthwatering bodies. One look at Christy, however, was sufficient to tell these girls that they had been totally outclassed. Christy was definitely a clear winner in the tit department; however, a quick head-to-toe scan quickly revealed that the fantastically gorgeous girl could probably claim a clean sweep on all counts! The young kid was just oozing beauty and sex!
To make things even sexier, really prominent mounds of Christy's 32Z tit meat were sticking way out on either side of her back as she wobbled along on her six-inch heels. The floating, protruding, olive-colored flesh was so jiggly. Shit! Christy could actually put on a really sensuous, boner-building display of tit meat from the rear. The truth is that Christy was showing off a lot more tit meat from the rear than most women could display from the front. Mike simply could not wait to get his hot hands, mouth, and lips working out all over Christy's amazingly fabulous body.
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The couple were soon sitting together on a couch. Mike had started stroking and rubbing Christy's sleek thighs before they had even settled in. He then reached behind her with both hands to grab some more of her super-rounded ass. She lifted up her rump a bit to give him access to her hot curvy buttocks. Mike was soon moaning again as he cupped and squeezed her unbelievably sexy bottom. Her ass cheeks were so petite, so round, so firm, so perfect — he again marveled at the way they fit right into the palms of his hands. "Oh, honey," he groaned as he squeezed and cupped her squirming rump, "your ass is so great, so sexy. And the way your giant tits are pillowing into my chest is almost too sexy to stand."
"Hmmm, good," Christy breathed. "Your hands are so sexy, too — they really know what they're doing. Just keep on doing it, precious. And I'll keep making you feel great, too — I really want you to get off on my huge breasts. And the rest of me, too!"
Christy and Mike's bodies were now just jammed up against each other. The pressure of Christy's super-big tits into his body was actually causing more pre-cum to leak from Mike's utterly rigid dick. As he looked down, he noted that Christy's monstrously huge milkers were actually resting in her lap. They were so huge! He started stroking Christy's long, sexy hair. The soon-to-be lovers were gazing hungrily into each other's eyes as, almost magnetically, their mouths started to draw together for their first kiss.
God! Christy's lips were so thick, so swollen, so wet, so puffy, so shiny, so protruding. As the couple prepared to kiss, Christy was stroking the back of Mike's head while gently pulling him to her mouth against the powerful countervailing pressure of her mind-boggling, beyond-huge bosom. As their mouths got closer, Christy's massive jugs became absolutely pillowed and squashed all out of shape against Mike's chest — it was so arousing! As she got closer still, Christy's eyes closed and her lips began to part.
Their lips finally touched and then more firmly started to rub and push against each other. Mike almost blew his wad at the lush, velvety, super-cushioned feel of Christy's incredibly thick, puffy but shapely lips. Her almost funnel-like, fleshy lips had flattened and perfectly molded themselves to the onslaught of Mike's eager mouth.
The about-to-be lovers softly but urgently rubbed and rolled their lips against each other. Christy's breath was so warm and so sweet. Her lips were so soft and swollen. Their thickness spread and fit against Mike's thrusting mouth with an amazing suppleness.
After about a minute of so of this soft, gentle, but intensely passionate kissing, the couple drew back and against gazed into each other's eyes with heightened lust and naked desire. Mike's eager hands were back to cupping and squeezing Christy's hot rump. Christy had begun to rub Mike's super-rigid shaft through his loose slacks.
"Oh, baby," Christy moaned. "Let's try some more of that." This time the lovers quickly came back at each other with opened mouths. They were wildly French kissing almost immediately. Their mouths had opened almost to the breaking point as their tongues lashed and dueled with other. Then, they would close their mouths, immediately reopen them, grind their lips in every direction against the other's, basically trying to swallow the other's face.
Loud slurping sounds could be heard as the wild kiss went on and on. Spit was flowing from mouth to mouth and down each lover's cheeks and chin.
As the couple continued hungrily to feed on each other's mouths, Mike reached down and, with a trembling but ready hand, started to feel up Christy's massive bosom. He first pulled down one of her uniform straps and then, after edging a hand along her lap and underneath one of her too-huge-to-be-true bare tits, tried to cup the remarkably heavy weight of her left ultra-melon with his eager right hand.
As Mike's hand encountered the stupendously large hanger of tit meat, more pre-cum started to leak out of his cock hole — his slacks were beginning to get seriously stained. In response, Mike began to kiss Christy even more frantically. Her overly-large tit was so firm, so amazingly heavy, yet so soft and yielding. The problem was that it was way too big for a single hand to handle. As a result, Mike was unable to do much more than move his hand from side to side underneath the massive mound of flesh and squeeze the tit meat that was actually heavily resting upon his palm. The remainder of the giant breast remained resting in Christy's lap. Still, just the feel of the hot, super-soft mountain of tit meat was so thrilling!
The kiss got wilder and wilder. Mike was now eagerly sucking on Christy's super-thick, ultra-puffy African lips. God! They were so huge and swollen that sucking on one of her hot lips was actually like sucking on a small tit. It was unbelievable! As he finished loving up one bloated lip, he would run his tongue from side to side between the lip and Christy's teeth; then he would begin to suck and then tongue the other lip. Of course, his crazed right hand kept squeezing and rubbing the massive left tit resting in Christy's lap.
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As the protracted kiss finally broke, the new lovers slowly pulled their mouths apart. The kiss had been so hot and passionate that long strings of saliva stretched from mouth to mouth as the couple slowly disengaged. By now, Mike had figured out that Christy's breasts were so massive, so incredibly huge, so astonishingly fat, that a guy just couldn't feel her up with a single hand in the usual way. It would take both hands working together to lift, squeeze, and love up just one of those giant, fleshy monsters.
Accordingly, Mike now pulled down the other uniform strap and started, by using both hands this time, to leverage Christy's so-big right breast toward his mouth. The massive appendage of tit flesh greatly overflowed his two hands; still, he was able to heft it up to his mouth so that he could start licking its super-large areola. As he licked and kissed the milk chocolate-colored puffy oval, his hands ceaselessly and frantically kneaded and squeezed up and down the base and shaft of the giant tit.
Of course, he was moaning uncontrollably at the overpowering thrill of holding such an enormous pillow of breast meat in his hands. Mike had handled hundreds of bare breasts since his first spin-the-bottle party in eighth grade. But there had never been anything like this — ever! It was difficult to believe that a tit this huge, this firm, could even exist! But the staggering heft of the soft, warm, overflowing mass of tit meat in Mike's hands told him that this was for real!
Christy was moaning, too; in fact, she had started to unbutton Mike's pants. His unbelievably stiff cock was throbbing as Christy eased his pants down to his thighs. Mike slid them down the rest of the way and just kicked them off. Naturally, he had not bothered to wear underwear for this event.
Mike had now switched to butterflying and sucking on Christy's utterly rigid right nipple. Christy was busy, too; she had grabbed hold of Mike's massively thick thirteen-inch cock with both hands and had begun slowly jerking it up and down. Mike loved it; he was in utter heaven.
"Oh, honey," Christy moaned, "your penis is so thick, so long, too — I can't wait to have it inside my pussy, and in my mouth, and in between my breasts, too. It's just unbelievably huge! I don't think I've ever seen a bigger one! And, God, it's so unbelievably hard. It's like steel — I've never felt a hard-on this stiff before — it's like you have a titanium implant in there or something!"
This was, of course, no surprise to Mike — after all, he had never been so sexually aroused before — he was experiencing the boner of a lifetime! Christy was an utter sex fantasy come true.
Christy then unbuttoned and removed Mike's shirt; she cooed and purred when she saw his muscular chest and arms, as well as his flat, washboard stomach. "Hmmm, honey, you're so built. You really are a hunk!" She leaned over and started to lick and suck his nipples.
Mike reached over and started working Christy's uniform skirt down over her fabulous ass. He sensuously caressed her ass and legs along the way, and the skirt finally hit the floor. "Speaking of built ..." he said in wonder, as he moved his hands back up to rub and knead Christy's impossibly massive knockers. Soon both lovers were nude, except for Christy's sexy white stockings. They had gone back to ultra-passionate French kissing and generalized groping.
As this point, the astonishingly buxom teen age beauty pulled back a bit and said, "Darling, let's go up to our suite. This make-out session on the couch has been so great — what a way to get acquainted! — but I want in the worst way to make love in private and in bed. I really want to start exchanging bodily fluids with you in the worst way right now. Oh, precious, let's leave now so we can really get super-sexy with our bodies this very second!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Mike needed no further encouragement; accordingly, the lovers lazily got up from the couch and made their way toward the second floor bedroom suite to which they had been assigned. The trip took some time, though; every few steps the couple would stop and fall into a passionate clinch. They would wildly French kiss, madly lick the insides of their mouths, and then suck on and lick each other's lips. The loud slurping and sucking sounds of their frantic deep, devouring kissing could be heard throughout the lounge. All the while, of course, Mike's crazed hands kept on rubbing and pulling on Christy's ultra-pillows of tit meat and cupping her out-of-this-world ass cheeks. Finally, after about half an hour of this stop-and-start on-the-road loving, Mike and Christy had finally made it to the privacy of their three-room suite.
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"Honey," Christy said as she stood beside the bed, "I can tell this is going to be a really hot, sexy weekend. We really turn each other on. I know we're going to have an amazing number of orgasms this weekend. But first, 'cause you especially love my breasts, I think it might be thrilling for you if I start out by making love to you with my gigantic bosom. I know it would be thrilling for me!"
"That sounds fantastic, sweetheart!" Mike moaned.
"Just lie down on the bed, Mike, and I'll do the rest."
Mike lay on his back, moaning and groaning with overwhelming sexual desire. His thick, long, totally erect cock was waving in the air with feverish anticipation. Christy got on the end of bed and started crawling on her hands and knees toward Mike. Christy kept her gaze lovingly fixed on Mike's eyes as she slowly and sensually made her way from the bottom of the bed to her lover's rock-hard, jerking cock.
Mike could not believe the sight unfolding before his eyes. Christy's breasts were so incredibly long and fat that they were actually dragging along the bed as she made her way to his waiting dick! He could even hear her super-erect nipples scraping on the crisp linen sheets. The sight and sound of Christy's almost beyond-enormous tits, plus the certainty of the fantastic loving at hand, caused another clot of pre-cum to slurp out of his cock head. Mike was just crazed with lust and desire to experience every inch — inside and out — of this ultra-buxom, drop-dead gorgeous, young girl.
As she got close to Mike's super-erect, astonishingly engorged dick, Christy raised her back a bit so that her gigantic Z-cup breasts were no longer scraping on the sheets. She then lowered her stupendous hangers of tit meat right on top of and all around Mike's throbbing cock. Next, she began lazily to swing her unbelievably large, hanging, pendulous columns of tit flesh from side to side. Once she got a rhythm going, Christy started gently slapping his leaking shaft with her super-heavy knockers. "Hmmm, baby, is this what you need? I think you need some really serious tit-loving, and I've got just the bosom to do it with."
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Christy pressed her splayed fingers against the side of her mammoth chest and jammed her monstrously huge tits around Mike's gigantic cock. She had firmly trapped his shaft inside the super-deep valley of her outrageously mammoth bosom. Her massive tits were much too big to fully hold in her hands; but by leveraging the sides of her milkers with her wide-open hands she was able to put impressive pressure on Mike's ultra-stiff prick. As Mike looked up in sexual agony at the thrill of being trapped inside this vast expanse of tit meat, he saw that Christy's jammed-together jugs now looked like two ridiculously large loaves of bread perched on top of her chest and stomach. And although Mike had a really long, thick cock, Christy's tits were so fantastically huge and fat that his shaft was completely hidden from view inside the soft warmth of his lover's soft, firm bosom.
While still holding her tits immobile against Mike's throbbing dick, Christy started moving her whole body up and down from the hips. The effect was to cause the tightly jammed tit flesh to rub strongly against Mike's cock skin. At the thrill of this fantastic sensation, Mike started to loudly moan and groan.
As Christy pulled up, Mike pushed his hips down into the bed to increase the rubbing effect on his cock skin. As Christy's trunk came down, Mike frantically raised up his hips in response to meet her ultra-huge tits on the way down. The lovers were perfectly synchronized. They were both moaning loudly from lust and passion. Mike figured that he could not stand this kind of arousal for very long; he was going to be shooting long ropes of hot, sticky cum all over the room in no time at all.
After about twenty minutes of this glorious tit fucking, Christy used her hands to start rotating her tits from side to side while her body continued to rise up and down. Mike's cock was now being assaulted from two directions at once. His moaning got louder. "I … I … I can't last too much longer," he groaned.
"That's great, honey," the buxom teenage girl breathed, "I want your cum all over me."
After about five minutes of this two-way tit-fucking, Christy began moving her tits in circles while at the same time continuing to rise up and down and from side to side, as before. She was now jamming her massive bosom even tighter against his super-stiff dick. Mike's rock-hard cock was now being worked on by Christy's vast expanse of hot, warm tit meat in three directions at once. Naturally, Christy was really working — she was now covered with a light sheen of sweat and was breathing heavily. Man, did she know what she was doing! Mike knew he was going to blow in just a minute or so from this super-sexy attention.
Mike was so crazed with lust that he now jammed his own hands up against the sides of Christy's ever moving, rotating breasts. Her tits were so monstrously huge that there was plenty of space for all four hands to mash them together. He helped shove the soft, ever-giving flesh even harder against his cock and also assisted in the rotating motion that was just driving him wild. He just wanted to grind the mountains of ultra-soft tit meat as strongly as possible against his now purple-hued, steel-like cock.
The sight and feel of his splayed fingers simply disappearing in the ultra-soft, yielding tit meat finally took Mike right to the edge "Any second now!" he screamed. As Mike yelled he could feel his dick start to turn into what felt like granite. Or maybe something ever harder. Man — he was so excited, so ready.
The scream was hardly out of Mike's mouth before Christy had dropped her hot mouth and ultra-thick lips down to his jerking prick. His dick was so thick that Christy really had to open her mouth to the breaking point to take it into her hot mouth. In no more than a second, though, Christy's super-thick, velvety lips had wrapped themselves around the massive, silken head of his massive prick.
In less than another second, she had taken a full six inches of Mike's rock-like cock into her hot mouth and down her throat. She then grabbed the seven inches of dick below her mouth with both hands and, as her ultra-thick lips and wet mouth bobbed up and down on Mike's ready-to-blow shaft, began jacking him off in perfect coordination with her hot mouth and super-full, meaty lips.
As her head bobbed down, Christy's hands pushed Mike's cock skin up to meet the lowering funnel of fantastically sexy flesh formed by the hot buxom beauty's sucking, ultra-thick, bulbous lips. As her torrid mouth and super-fat, swollen lips moved back up to his cock head, her hands pulled Mike's cock skin down toward the base of his dick. Mike was in absolute heaven!
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Less than a second later, Mike's cock turned into something that was definitely hard beyond even stone! He was utterly seized by the start of what was up to then the most thrilling orgasm of his life (there would be many more equally or even more thrilling ones to come during the weekend, he would later discover!). "Fuck! Shit! Ugh! Aie! So good! So good! Narg! Baby! Baby! Agh!" Mike screamed and shouted as he was overpowered by a sexual release that was much stronger than anything he had ever before experienced in his life! His body started clenching and unclenching as every muscle was overtaken by the strength of the cum. He was helplessly shuddering as just unimaginable thrills began to course up and down his body from his head to his toes. His nervous system was totally out of control!
Mike knew he was moaning and shouting incoherently from the utterly unbelievable strength of the thrills and spasms that now racked his convulsing body. "Yes! Ugh! God! Fuck! Ugh! Christ! Arg! Ugh! No! Yes! So, So good! Yes! Arg!" Mike's moans and screams were just out of control.
About fifteen seconds into the orgasm he had yet to shoot his first load. He could tell, though, from the tensed, almost bowed condition of his body that it was about to happen — really big time! Suddenly, an unimaginably urgent spray of sperm exploded out of his cock hole. The discharge went on and on, for ten seconds at least — Mike had never shot such a long rope of hot spunk in his life. But then he had never made love to anyone as beautiful, shapely, and ultra-buxom as Christy.
The lovers were lustily looking deep into each other's eyes when the fantastically long clot of sperm rocketed into Christy's mouth and slammed up against the back of her throat. From the shocked look in her eyes, he could tell that the force and volume of his load astonished her. She looked as if she had been pole-axed in the neck! But, hell, when you're fantastically beautiful and almost incomprehensibly busty like Christy, Mike thought, you have to expect to pull fantastic wads of cum out of a guy's balls. And you have to expect the spunk to be in a real hurry to get out of there, as well.
As another long rope of spunk shot into Christy's mouth, she was still busy gulping down the first load. But the volume of jism was becoming too great. As the third spurt of spunk powered its way into buxom teen's overloaded mouth, first dribbles and then a torrent of sticky, white sperm began running out her mouth and down Mike's cock.
But still she kept sucking the top six inches of his still-spurting shaft and jacking off the bottom seven inches of cock skin. God! This extraordinarily buxom beauty was trying to drain his balls of all the spunk they contained. And because of her extremely gorgeous face, incomprehensibly curvy body, and monstrously huge tits, she might just succeed!
Soon, though, so much spunk was coating Mike's shaft that Christy was finding it hard to keep jacking him off — his convulsing dick was simply getting too slick and slippery to hold on to. Feeling her hands beginning to slip and slide, Mike reached over, firmly covered Christy's hands with his own, and helped her pull and push on his cock skin. And still his shuddering, throbbing shaft continued to splatter loads of sperm into the young kid's overflowing mouth.
The orgasm lasted a full minute and a half. Mike couldn't believe it — he had never had a cum go on for even half that length of time, even on his honeymoon with a beautiful wife who had a really firm set of E-cup tits. But then, he had never hooked up within anyone who was even remotely the physical equal of Christy — not even close! He did know that he had just finished a sexual experience of such intensity that he might never repeat it in his lifetime — unless maybe later that weekend with Christy! Certainly, he had never felt anything close to it before — even as a hot-blooded, randy teenager. Man! Christy was such a tit-fucker, such a cocksucker, such a spunk swallower, such a lover — she was so exciting, so sexy, so curvy, so beautiful and — above all — so incomprehensibly buxom!
CHAPTER SIX
Their lovemaking had been so passionate and so thrilling that Mike and Christy just collapsed into each other's arms after Mike's astonishingly long cum had finally subsided. Mike felt as if his limbs had been reduced to spaghetti! The power of the orgasm had been so overwhelming that the sex-stunned fellow was unable to do anything but shudder and giggle helplessly. The only part of his body that retained any significant muscle control was his hands — they continued almost involuntarily to cup and fondle Christy's gigantic breasts.
The stupendously buxom teenage girl was in a similar state. She too was reduced to loving smiles punctuated by occasional giggles. Even though she had not yet enjoyed an orgasm, it was clear that this first lovemaking session had been exciting for her as well.
"Honey, it's never been like that before," Mike whispered once his vocal chords had recovered their ability to form words. "That was the orgasm of my life!"
Christy laughed as she reached down to gently pet her lover's enormous love snake. "I guess so, " she smiled. "I could scarcely believe how strongly you were shuddering 'n shaking. I could tell it was really powerful."
The overly buxom young kid then leaned down and sucked Mike's lower lip into her passionate mouth. After sucking and tonguing the hot wedge of flesh for a few moments, she released it and said, "It was thrilling for me, too, baby, 'cause I really love swallowing cum. I couldn't believe how long your orgasm went on, and how much sperm you shot. Honey, I've never seen that much spunk come out of one man's cock at one time in my life. What a man you are!"
"Nope," Mike whispered in return, starting to lick Christy's ear and cheek. "It was you—your fantastic beauty, your amazing bosom, your passionate lovemaking—that's what made it happen."
"Hmmm, honey," Christy murmured. "The best part is that we have lots more loving ahead of us. That was just an appetizer. We can make love all weekend until Sunday afternoon — that's when I have to head for the airport to fly home. Oh, baby, I can't wait to have that huge cock of yours slipping and sliding in and out of my dripping pussy. It is so gigantic! I want it to happen like that lots of times for us."
The lovers gazed into each other's eyes for a moment and then eased into a soft and then increasingly torrid French kiss. Mike could taste the salty tang of his own sperm in Christy's mouth. She moaned and whimpered as the frantic kiss went on and on.
Mike knew Christy was still waiting for a release of her own. He slipped one finger into her pussy; it was just soaked. It was so open, too; Mike had soon jammed three fingers up her cunt and was gently finger-fucking the unimaginably buxom teenage girl while the mouth-swallowing kiss continued. God! She was so wet that Mike's fingers made sucking sounds as they slid in and out of her drenched pussy.
As her moaning increased, Mike knew it was time to pleasure the fantastically buxom young beauty. She was obviously just sizzling with sexual desire and need. God, she was so hot to trot. It was time for him to give Christy back some of the hot loving she had just given him.
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When the kiss finally broke, Mike slowly pulled his now-soaked fingers out of Christy's cunt and looked lovingly into her eyes. "Honey, it's time for some extra special loving for you, now." Mike stretched out full-length on his back and jammed a couple of pillows under his head. "Come on over — I want you to straddle my face. My mouth and my tongue and my lips want to give you some really hot, sexy attention."
Christy gave Mike a loving smile, and then, crawling on her knees, made her way up the bed toward Mike's face. Her almost-liquefied pussy was just dripping in anticipation of the super-loving she knew Mike was going to lavish all over her drenched bottom. God! This weekend with Mike might be a paying date, but this guy was something special, Christy thought — he really knows how to get a girl off. She was even beginning to wonder if, in fact, she could see him again sometime on a non-work, just plain boyfriend-girlfriend basis some day soon! Mike was that sexy, that desirable.
Christy poised her soaked cunt right over Mike's face — God! She was so hot and bothered that cunt juice was dripping out of her pussy all over Mike's face. Mike then ran his hands up and down Christy's sleek, softly muscled legs a couple of times as he slowly eased off her white, sexy stockings. He then reached up higher and cupped her incredibly luscious ass cheeks.
Christy just couldn't wait any longer; she reached behind Mike's head and pulled on the pillows, forcing Mike's mouth up almost against her dripping pussy. Both lovers moaned, while Christy almost involuntarily began to pump her hips up and down on Mike's face.
Mike pulled on Christy's fantastic ass cheeks to bring her cunt even tighter against his mouth and lips. He opened his mouth wide and gave Christy a slow, passionate lick with the flat of his long, wet tongue. His tongue slowly and sensuously lapped from the top to the bottom of her now-gushing pussy.
The overwhelming sensations and sounds of Mike's expert tongue as it flat-licked her hot cunt made Christy flinch at the overwhelming thrill of it all. Christy was now moaning with overpowering passion and anticipation.
Her lover kept it up; he continued giving her long wet licks along the outer lips of her pussy even though she was now starting to pump, roll, and bounce on top of his face as she got closer and closer to orgasm. After a few minutes, Mike began to alternate between these flat licks and working the tip of his tongue an inch or so inside the mouth of her now wide-open pussy.
By now Christy was screaming in the throes of utter sexual ecstasy. She was so wild that she was almost literally fucking Mike's face with her cunt.
"Oh, oh, ooh!" she screamed, as her body contracted and stiffened as if caught in a vise. Rivulets of saliva ran down her face as wave after wave of orgasm suddenly washed over her helplessly convulsing body.
Even as these cums went on and on, Mike continued eating her out in precisely this same fashion; he wanted her wetter and more open than she ever had been in her life. This oral sex would be particularly thrilling for her as a result; in addition, his really huge, overly thick cock would then fit right down her love canal when their lovemaking switched to vaginal fucking.
Just as a hint of what was coming, he now worked his tongue a couple of inches inside her pussy in order to swab the contracting wet walls of her cunt. As he did so, Christy's orgasmic shudders and moaning became even more pronounced.
Mike then shifted his attention to Christy's clitoris. He curled his tongue to make a small channel. He then wrapped his curled tongue around her fantastically erect clitoris and gently pushed and pulled on it.
By now Christy was screaming and wildly slamming her hips into Mike's face. Grabbing her luscious ass cheeks to get a better handhold, Mike mercilessly worked his circled tongue in and out and in and out along the full length of the clitoris. After every four or five trips up and down the clitoris, he would pull back slightly and slowly and gently lick its tip.
Christy was utterly out of control. She was in an almost perpetual state of unending orgasm. Christy was a sex-loving girl; she often came when having sex with a client — especially if he was handsome and sweet — and usually came several times when she was making love with a boy friend. She had never, though, experienced sheer sexual ecstasy like this. With Mike, she had entered a world of sexual thrills she had not even known existed. Shit! She was supposed to be the pro, not Mike. He was sure giving her a crash course in loving, though!
So excited was she that Mike suddenly felt streams of hot cum glide along his tongue into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed and even gulped down this boiling sex juice so that Christy could hear his throat working. He wanted her to see, feel, and hear their sex.
Mike had by now been loving up Christy's hot, dripping bottom for over half an hour. He now switched his attention back to her pussy. It was so wet and so open. Mike took his fingers to spread her pussy lips even wider and slid the entire length of his super-long tongue deep into her cunt. Christy began another round of uncontrollable cums in response.
Mike kept working and working on Christy's almost-spastic cunt. He rolled his tongue in circles along the inner walls of her pussy — then, he switched to long, lazy licks up and down as much of the length of her cunt as his tongue could reach. God! Her pussy seemed almost liquefied on account of her frenzied state of high sexual excitement; her pussy walls were almost unbelievably slimy with cunt juice and mucous. Cum was just running out of Christy's pussy into Mike's mouth like a river.
After about fifteen minutes of this deep cunt probing, Mike withdrew his tongue from Christy's convulsing pussy and went back to her clit. He again wrapped his curled tongue back around her clit, and began pulling on it once more. After alternating between pulling and pushing with his curled tongue, he switched to sucking on it very gently with his full, fat lips.
As Christy kept on convulsing and convulsing with endless orgasms, Mike stuck his middle finger into her wide-open, wet pussy and rolled it around the walls of her slimy cunt. When the finger was really soaked, he took it out and began gently to slide it up into her asshole. Christy screamed in shock and delight.
Once his finger was up her rectum, he gently pulled down. This made Christy's clitoris jut out even further and gave Mike much more of her clit to tongue and suck.
Mike kept alternating his attentions between Christy's clitoris and cunt. He sucked, slurped, and licked until he thought his face was going to fall off. In the meantime, Christy was experiencing shuddering orgasms that were stronger than anything she had experienced before in her life; in fact, they were stronger that she had ever dreamed were even possible!
Before long more than an hour had passed, and Christy might have cum fifty times or more already. But still Mike worked and worked and, as Christy bounced and heaved on the bed, wave after wave of orgasms kept washing over the incomprehensibly buxom young girl. "Ooh! Ugh! Oh! Shit! Fuck! Arg! Ugh! So good! So strong! I love you, precious!" Christy's ultra-curvy body kept bouncing and jerking as if she were being struck from her toes to the top of her head with endless bolts of lightning. In the process, her monstrously huge breasts galloped up and down in tandem with the movements of her trunk. The sight was so arousing that Mike's ultra-rock-hard cock became, if possible, even stiffer!
By now, Christy was in an utter state of collapse. She had fallen completely forward on top of Mike's head. Her legs were still spread apart, however, as they continued to straddle Mike's face. Even though her upper body was seemingly paralyzed from overpowering sexual ecstasy, her hips kept on wildly fucking Mike's face and mouth almost as if they were on autopilot.
Spittle drooled from Christy's mouth as cum after cum in endless progression washed over her body. By now she was reduced to almost animal whimpering. Mike kept sucking and licking, stabbing and lapping as he utterly ravaged first Christy's cunt and then her clit and then back again. By now almost the entire outer and inner recesses of her pussy had been licked, sucked, and loved nearly to death.
It was almost more than Christy could stand; still, Mike would not stop. For a full two hours he had lavished this frantic oral love on the astonishingly buxom, sex-crazed young beauty. She had come too many times to count, but Mike was willing to bet it topped the one hundred mark. Toward the end, as her supply of cum juice finally seemed to grow dry, Mike even began licking her thighs, legs, and her belly. The man was insatiable. And so was the young teenage girl.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When it was over, Mike gently laid Christy down on her back. She was simply unable to move, but just lay on the bed softly whimpering, purring, and moaning. She had been loved almost into a stupor. For the first time in her life she was actually satiated. Except — guess what? —all of a sudden she wanted more — lots more! And she wanted it right now! Never before had she had, or even dreamed of having, a loving like this. And she wanted it to go on and on, to reach even wilder and more crazed levels of sexual frenzy and fulfillment.
Christy's eyes were mere slits as she looked up at Mike in wonderment. "How was sex like that possible?" she whispered. "You know what they say, precious, when you do something like that to a girl, she's yours forever — you're stuck with her for good." Christy closed her eyes and sighed. "Mike," she said, "I'm just crazy about you and I need more of your loving — lots and lots more of it. God! I never dreamed anything like this would happen when they told me about this date in the States but, baby, I'm just yours, so just do whatever you want with me. I'll take everything you can give me, lover. And I'll give you back anything you want in return."
"How about this for starters, sweetheart?" Mike murmured. As Christy lay on her back whimpering and moaning, Mike crawled on top of her and straddled her waist. He greedily filled his hands with as much of her gigantic twin mounds of tit meat as he could hold and wildly rubbed and kneaded the massive milkers. He rubbed and mauled her vast, yielding tit flesh for about twenty minutes. With splayed fingers, he then jammed her massive globes together; the result, once again, looked like two extremely oversized loaves of bread — God! It was so sexy. Meanwhile, Christy just lay there, moaning.
Mike then leaned forward and lightly whipped his tongue against and around her big, fantastically stiff nipples. He hefted up one of her incredibly massive, meaty breasts with both hands — they were so heavy but yet so utterly soft and malleable — and took a inch-long red nipple deep into his mouth and sucked and sucked. Upon releasing the stiff nipple from his mouth, he began to butterfly it lightly with his long tongue.
Then, Mike resumed suckling the unbelievably gigantic milker with his big-lipped, passionately hungry mouth. All the while, of course, he was ceaselessly squeezing and kneading all up and down the shaft of the over-large mass of tit meat.
After about fifteen minutes of this passionate suckling, Mike switched to the other breast and repeated the process. Christy was still too overcome with passion to do anything more than lie on the bed and whimper helplessly while Mike crazily and passionately worked out on her gigantic bosom.
Mike just couldn't get enough of Christy's monstrously huge, firm tits. After both of the breasts had been suckled, he dropped the giant tit to her chest with a soft "plop." He then began licking and kissing and sucking every inch of her unimaginably large tits as they lay on her chest, stomach, and pelvis. He knew she would have love marks all over her huge bosom the next morning, but Mike was just out of control and couldn't stop. Along the way, he would stop, lick and kiss a section of tit, and then suck in and fill his mouth to the brim with her hot, giving breast meat while continuing to rub her free tit with his other hand. While the ultra-soft, hot breast flesh was inside his mouth he would lick it passionately from inside with his eager tongue. Then, he would try to suck even more of the super-abundant mass of tit flesh deep into his mouth. The result was a loud squeaking sound as the soft tit meat protested against the friction generated by the hot, wet mouth of the frantically sucking and sex-stunned man.
CHAPTER EIGHT
By now it had been some three hours since Mike's orgasm; his two hour-long thorough oral loving of Christy's vaginal area plus his concentrated half an hour of tit work on her massive bosom had left his cock throbbing, raging, and as stiff as an iron rod. The truth is that he had been fully and even overwhelmingly erect for well over two hours and desperately wanted to plunge his super-thick, thirteen-inch cock deep into Christy's ravaged, steamy cunt and splatter her cunt walls and womb with hot ropes of spunk.
He grabbed one of the pillows strewn on the bed and gently lifted up Christy's ass and nudged the pillow under it. Christy started whimpering a little louder. She was still too overcome with passion from her one hundred-plus cums to make more than little animal noises, but she knew very well what this pillow meant — she was about to get her pussy seriously stretched out by her unbelievably hung lover's giant prick. She was, in other words, about to undergo a royal fucking. And the truth was that she couldn't wait to get her eyes fucked out by this master lover!
Mike wanted to fuck Christy missionary-style this first time so that he could keep his eye on her beyond-gigantic bosom as he ravaged her hot, dripping young pussy. He knew that as he fucked away, Christy's chest-stomach-and-pelvis-covering mounds of tit meat would be rippling, quivering, shaking, jiggling, and floating as the lovers' bodies passionately bounced on the bed. It was going to be an astonishingly sexy sight. His almost overly-stiff cock leaked a bit of pre-cum at the prospect of this galloping mass of tit flesh on display as his crazed shaft slammed in and out of Christy's soaked and stretched-out pussy.
In response to having her ass raised up in the air, Christy spread her legs as wide as possible to give her lover full access to her still-dripping pussy. Mike had never seen a girl do the splits like that! Jesus! The young teenager was so ready to get laid! Lord, was she in need! She moaned as she felt Mike's super-big cock head graze her cunt lips. Mike then carefully worked his giant dick head through the mouth of her pussy and slowly, half-inch by half-inch, began to ease the length of his thirteen-inch, thick-as-a-wrist cock down into the depths of her cunt. God! Christy was so wet, yet she was remarkably tight as well, so he had to be careful not to hurt her. His dick, after all, was as thick as some people's forearms.
The stupendously giant-breasted young kid was going wild. No sooner had Mike's massive, mushroom-shaped cock head disappeared inside the purple, utterly engorged folds of her cunt lips that Christy was seized by an absolute monster cum. She knew there were a whole lot more where that came from!
Mike was getting so excited as his stiff cock plunged deeper and deeper into Christy's soaked, tight pussy that he was starting to lose it — it was hard not to jam his thick shaft all the way to the bottom of her cunt — and then beyond — in one frenzied stroke. But through concentration he was able to keep easing his cock bit by bit down toward the mouth of her womb as he gently pumped away at her fantastically slimy, sex-dilated cunt.
"Hmmm, baby, that's so great. Oh, sweetheart, fuck me long and hard and fast. Oh, precious, it's like you're fisting me instead of fucking me with your giant cock. But it fits so fine — that's all that matters." Christy was continuing to shudder and tense from what was turning into an endless series of really strong orgasms
By now Mike was plunging about six inches of cock down her pussy; he could feel her cunt start to stretch out a bit on account of the assault of his super-thick shaft. On each stroke, he plunged a little deeper — seven, then eight, then nine, then ten inches. It felt so great, so good, so right.
Finally, as eleven inches of Mike's cock had worked their way down her slippery, slimy cunt, he could sense that he had bumped up against the buxom beauty's cervix. He could tell that she was getting super-dilated; however, the gigantic, mushroom-shaped head of his cock was much too big to slip past this point without a little more prepping. Mike therefore began shortening his strokes into soft, tiny probes. He spent about ten minutes simply rubbing his cock head against Christy's cervix. He then switched to rotating his cock head in tiny circles that, he was sure, would open up the entrance to the youngster's womb.
Any guy with a cock as enormously long and thick as Mike's has been in this situation before. He always encountered a girl's cervix during lovemaking, and with a few exceptions had always been able to get past that point and bury his cock head deep into his lover's uterus. Mike knew exactly what to do, and had immediately begun to do it.
As he essentially massaged and teased the young teen's cervix with his cock head, Mike could feel the giant head begin to slip slowly, very slowly, into her womb. Christy was so hot, so ready, that he was slipping into her uterus a lot sooner than average. Finally, the resistance disappeared, the massive cock head eased past the young girl's cervix, and Mike found his entire cock fully buried in his lover's reproductive organs. He was all the way in!
The overly buxom teenager began screaming with passion. "Oh, baby! You're in my womb! I can't believe it! I've never had a cock go so deep! Fuck me fast and hard, precious! I love you, honey!"
Mike quickly picked up the pace. Mike's muscle control was so great that he could pull his throbbing dick so far out on the up-stroke that only his cock head remained inside Christy's cunt. Then on the down-stroke, the remaining 12½ inches of rock-hard, forearm-sized cock went slamming down her pussy. He arched his back that he could power his slippery cock up and down Christy's pussy with an incredible speed and force. Mike was soon sliding inside Christy's soaked cunt at an ever-increasing pace. He was now ramming his granite-like, ultra-thick prick in and out of Christy's convulsing pussy like a rutting barnyard animal — he was so hot and so incredibly bothered.
Mike then began to long-cock the young girl with even greater intensity. He continued to pull out some 12½ inches of cock on the upstroke until only about half of his cock head was still in between the buxom teen's pussy lips. Then he would ram that sucker all the way back down into her uterus. And then back out again. And back in again.
This furious lovemaking was great for Christy, too; she had started to cum again at the thrill of having Mike's ultra-stiff, super-thick cock so strongly massaging the walls of her cunt. Of course, the serious rubbing she was giving to her clitoris as Mike fucked away was driving her wild as well. By now, Mike's cock head was actually bumping up on the down stroke against the far walls of her womb. The truth is that the way too buxom kid felt as if her lover's cock was extending all the way to a point just below her breastbone! She could actually feel it work its way in between her other internal organs. What a seeing-to she was getting!
Because of this extreme length of Mike's monster cock, there were nerves deep in the teenage girl's pussy that had never been touched by a cock before. They were getting seriously massaged now and the unbelievable thrills that were the result were driving her frantic! What's more, the forearm-sized thickness of the cock meant that all the nerves in her cunt were getting rubbed with an intensity she never would have dreamed possible. Christy's pussy was so stuffed full of cock that she felt as if she was going to explode. Needless to say, she had been seized by an unending orgasm since just before Mike's cock head had slipped through her cervix into her uterus.
The truth was that the unimaginably aroused teenage girl's cervix was nearly as dilated as that of a woman in the last stages of childbirth. Of course, it had to be wide-open to allow her lover's massive reproductive equipment to enter her uterus. There was no way the astonishing circumference of Mike's ultra-thick cock could have pounded back and forth through Christy's cervical opening if she hadn't been extremely dilated. With an exciting, arousing lover like Mike, though, it was no problem! Sopping wet and wide-open was the order of the evening!
Christy had never had a baby, of course, and had never experienced dilation like this. The difference between being fucked with such a giant cock instead of being in labor was obviously that instead of the awful pain of delivering a baby, Christy's nervous system was blessing her with a degree of sexual pleasure few women ever experience in their lifetimes. The few women who have enjoyed the sort of electrifying sexual thrills that were wracking Christy's body were invariably women who had been fucked by a horse-sized cock attached to a guy who really: (a) knew how to prep a girl to take a giant tool like that up their twats and beyond; and (b) knew what to do with his dick once it was in there. Mike definitely qualified on all counts.
Mike then picked up the pace. He had really strong arms and shoulders from doing a hundred push-ups or so a day. He firmed up into a full push-up position and, keeping his body totally rigid, started fucking Christy with even greater force and speed by raising and lowering his body from this push-up stance with greater intensity. Up, down, up down, up, down, updown, updown, updownupdown!
As her cunt got more and more stretched out, Mike was able to plunge his stallion-sized cock down Christy's love canal on the down stroke with greater and greater speed and power. Christy was just going crazy. "Oh, precious, you're hitting bottom ... beyond bottom ... it's so great ... Oh, oh ... Oh, oh, oh ... I'm coming again! Faster, honey, faster, faster, deeper, harder, precious!"
Mike found after a time that he had to lift himself even higher into the air to get in a full thirteen-inch fuck stroke. That was because on the upstrokes, Christy was lifting her hips in the air to meet his cock, almost as if she was trying to capture it inside her almost-continuously-convulsing pussy. The lovers were thus in perfect rhythm — up, down, up, down, as their crazed fucking went on and on.
Suddenly, Mike felt Christy's cunt get even tighter — God! She was clenching her pussy walls to make her fuck channel even more narrow. Mike's cock skin was now rubbing, and getting rubbed by, Christy's pussy walls with an almost unimaginable intensity. Clearances were so tight, and Christy was dripping with such quantities of cunt juice, that Mike's prick was actually making sucking sounds as it slammed in and out of Christy's ravaged pussy. Never had Mike ever had a fuck like this. He was almost afraid he would blow out his balls (and maybe his brains, too) from the super-powerful, multiple blasts of sperm that he knew were only moments away from rocketing out of his cock hole.
Each fuck stroke was now almost like a mini-orgasm in itself. As his fully sensitized cock skin slid against the strong, slippery resistance of Christy's tight, clenched, but soaked pussy walls, the nerves in Mike's cock felt as if they were on fire. Each trip down and up Christy's slimy mucous-coated cunt was just unbelievably thrilling. It was so thrilling, in fact, that Mike thought each trip down that soaked, slippery love highway was going to be his last. But yet he fucked on and on. Still, as he looked down on Christy from the apogee of his fuck stroke he saw that her ultra-soft, much-too-large pair of knockers were just rippling and floating all over her chest and pelvis. The thrill of this sight was just starting to drag huge clots of sperm out of his balls and up his throbbing dick.
What's more, Christy's tits were so mammoth that he could feel the serious pressure of her firm pillows of tit flesh — and even the sharp points of her stiff nipples — each time his body dropped down to hers and his cock was swallowed up at the bottom of a fuck stroke. This sensual contact was also helping to pull serious amounts of jizz up toward his cock hole. Of course, Mike was trying to hold off as long as possible to increase both his and Christy's pleasure.
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After about forty minutes of wild, frenzied fucking, though, Mike finally lost it and began to blow, no, to catapult spunk up and out of his throbbing cock. He began grunting uncontrollably at the top of his lungs. "Ugh, Ugh, Arg, Christ, Argh, Ugh!" he roared, as unbelievably strong shudders and thrills coursed through and just overpowered his body. The incipient cum was becoming so overwhelming that Mike was only able to indulge in animal-like grunting and moaning. "Ugh! Jesus! It's so strong! Arg! Shit! Yes! So fucking good! Jesus! God! Shit! Ugh! Argh!" The man was just out of control! The cum produced by Christy's tit-fuck had been the most intense of his life, and now it had been markedly surpassed, a bare three hours later, by a truly monster cum. He had never felt an orgasm like this. Maybe nobody ever had. It was almost too strong to be real.
Twenty seconds into the cum, Mike sensed a fantastic load of sperm shooting up his shaft and out the tiny hole at the tip of his cock head. "Ugh! Ugh! Agh! he grunted as an unbelievably long, astonishingly thick, and very sticky rope of spunk slammed into Christy's eager, accepting cunt and womb. Mike was so very excited, so frantic with lust, and so incredibly sexually excited, that the long blast of jism roared out of his cock at almost superhuman speed.
Mike started to spray jism on a down stroke. His cock hole was actually deep inside Christy's womb when the first massive splat of cum was catapulted out of his dick. She flinched and gave a loud wailing moan as the hot blast of cum slammed with noticeable force into the bottom of her uterus. The strong, massive column of sperm actually rocked her with its incredible strength.
Mike was totally amazed because this first blast of male seed would not stop. Twenty seconds later, this long, long uninterrupted rope of jizz was still spraying out of Mike's shuddering, thrill-ridden, fuck hose. By now the super-long column of thick spunk had totally filled up Christy's pussy and was gushing back out of her cunt lips onto the pillow.
Of course, Mike kept pumping away, up and down, up and down at a furious pace, as this unending rope of sperm kept wildly streaming out of his cock. He could actually feel his fuck strokes being lubricated by his own sperm. He was sliding in and out of Christy's cum-filled pussy so effortlessly.
By now, both lovers were coming in unison. Christy had been seized by a new round of orgasms, and was shaking, shouting, and shuddering right along with Mike. At this point, Mike was some fifty-five seconds into the cum, and a another elongated blast of hot, sticky spunk was now spewing out of his cock hole. At the same time, the unimaginably strong thrill of his shuddering orgasm was as strong and overpowering as ever. The two lovers were shouting and screaming in unison. Had they been making love back in an apartment in the City, someone probably would have called the cops right about now!
Mike kept grunting and groaning as he continued to drill his lover with his jerking, shooting, spunk-flinging cock. He was still up in his push-up stance and was continuing to whip his prick into Christy's pulsating cunt at almost super-human speed.
The second powerful blast of hot jizz had lasted about ten seconds; Mike was now seventy-five seconds into the orgasm and yet another boiling, sticky rope of sperm was now beginning to assault Christy's pussy. It was as if Mike's sperm was wildly trying to blast its way into Christy's reproductive system in order to impregnate every single egg in her ovaries all at once.
Mike kept coming and blasting. He was now more than a minute and a half into the orgasm, and it still was not letting up even slightly in intensity. His amazingly huge, tennis ball-sized balls — the source of this astonishing supply of spunk that had overfilled Christy's pussy and was now gushing out all over the bed — slapped into her luscious ass cheeks on each fuck stroke with loud "whap, whap" sounds. His jerking cock just kept hosing down Christy's quivering pussy walls with more and more powerful rockets of sperm.
Christy was just beside herself with lust. "Oh, honey," she wailed and cried, "just keep shooting and coming — this is so great!" Mike could not answer — he was too overcome by lust and passion himself to do anything but grunt and groan — and fuck and fuck — as new blasts of sex juice streamed out his prick and sprayed all over the dripping walls of Christy's overflowing cunt.
The sperm was now literally gushing out from between Christy's pussy lips onto the pillow and the sheets below. In fact, her ass was now lying in a spreading, sticky (but still warm) puddle of love goo. The hot, passionate lovers, however, were too busy shuddering from their mutual, crazed orgasms to even notice the spreading wetness.
Jack's cum was now well past the minute-and-a-half mark, and his body was still overwhelmed by the shuddering thrills of this orgasm. God! Had his sex glands gotten welded into a permanent "go" position? He had never had an orgasm as intense and lengthy as this one. Of course, he had never made love to a girl as ultra-gorgeous, shapely, and — above all — as monumentally and gigantically buxom as Christy.
Christy's orgasms likewise would not stop. It felt to her as if Mike had rammed his huge cock in and out of her ravished, totally stretched-out pussy a million times. But it felt so good — so wonderful — so exciting. "Hmmm," she thought, "how can Mike have so much sperm, and how can his orgasm go on this long. What a superman he is."
Finally, as the orgasm passed the two-minute mark, Mike could finally feel his thrills, shudders, and spasms start gradually to subside. He was still hosing spunk down Christy's pussy, but the flow was turning into mere dribbles.
But he would not stop now; he wanted to milk every last thrill out of this cum of a lifetime. He kept pounding away at Christy's still quivering pussy for another minute, until the sudden extreme sensitivity of his cock skin as he slid in and out of her drenched cunt told him that his fantastic, overpowering cum was finally over.
CHAPTER NINE
The lovers simply collapsed into each others' arms, too spent to do more than coo and purr in the warmth of overpowering sexual delight and satisfaction. They shared a three minute-long, jaw-breaking, spit-swapping French kiss that seemed to seal their devotion to each other. Still, even as they lovingly kissed and kissed and kissed, Mike kept rubbing and kneading Christy's massive bosom. Even in the lassitude and afterglow of the strongest, most thrilling, and most sperm-producing orgasm of his life, he couldn't leave her gigantic tits alone.
It was now after 3:00 a.m., and the lovers were soon overcome with sleepiness and fatigue after their six non-stop hours of incomprehensibly hot lovemaking. Minutes later they were asleep.
Several hours later, however, Mike awoke to find Christy sucking on a giant boner. Naturally, it was his! He was a stiff as a board! As he gradually awakened, Mike started to groan with lust; her cock sucking was so expert. Naturally, he reached for Christy's impossibly big tits and lustily began to fondle them. His cock got even harder as a result.
The blowjob was so exciting. Christy was sucking, licking, and jacking him off all at the same time. Within minutes, Christy was eagerly gulping a huge load of hot, creamy sperm down her throat. As she lovingly looked up at Mike as the last clots of cum dripped out of his cock hole and his massive tool slipped out of her mouth, Mike saw numerous creamy flecks and white bubbles of spunk glistening on her lips and running down her chin. He pulled the overly buxom beauty towards him and began to lick her lips clean of the boiling sex juice. The lovers moaned as Mike's long, sexy tongue passionately licked and cleaned off Christy's super-fat, protruding lips, and then her chin, of his still-warm sperm.
Once the fat, meaty lips and chin were clean, Mike switched to sucking her enormous, fantastically thick, even obese, lips. The thrill of sucking her lips and rubbing and fondling her gigantic bosom was so great that Mike did not actually lose his hard-on. Only moments later, he was fucking away at Christy's dripping pussy and, only a few minutes after that, was whitewashing her convulsing cunt and quivering uterus with yet another load of hot spunk.
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Mike woke up in mid-morning to find Christy sensually and slowly pulling on his shaft; she was sucking and licking his nipples at the same time. God! Christy was so hot. The giant-titted teenage girl was plainly insatiable! Well, that just showed how much she and Mike had in common!
The sex-stunned fellow was as stiff as tempered steel in no time. The lovers, needless to say, began the day with Mike's rock-hard cock plunging in and out of Christy's steaming, drenched pussy. Even after all the love-making of the evening before, Mike's orgasm still lasted almost a minute and the volume of spunk he shot into Christy's eager pussy would have been astonishing even if he had spent the last few weeks in a monastery with his hands tied behind his back.
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The lovers then showered; it was a very long, skin-wrinkling shower. Mike spent most of the time in the shower carefully washing Christy's impossibly gigantic pillows of tit meat — a time-consuming task that left his dick utterly stiff at the completion of the project. The shower ended with Mike lifting Christy up by her thighs and impaling her on his blood red, granite-like cock. He then moved her dripping cunt up and down the thirteen-inch length of his thick, throbbing shaft as both lovers shouted and moaned while hot needles of water pelted their shuddering bodies.
The couple passionately kissed and fucked until Mike was convulsing and shaking with yet another orgasm. Christy herself had stiffened three times with a series of overpowering cums while Mike's super-thick dick was drilling her ultra-wet and open cunt. Mike had never before fucked while standing up and manually sliding his partner up and down on his cock. It was just super-thrilling and exciting.
CHAPTER TEN
After getting dressed and leaving their room in search of breakfast, Mike and Christy ran into a number of the other couples around the house. Some of them were nude; others were nearly so. Modesty was unknown. Sex was everywhere. No holds were barred. Some couples were wildly fucking on living room couches oblivious to the lustful eyes around them. The air in the house had a strongly feral odor; it was obvious a whole lot of fucking had been going on the premises — a whole lot of fucking!
In the dining room, where a continental breakfast had been set up for late-risers (which meant everybody!), another executive sat slouched back in his chair, the remains of a half-eaten croissant on the table in front of him. His date, a stunning, super-curvy, coal-black beauty with tits nearly the size of watermelons, knelt before him and licked and sucked his rigid dick with amazingly swollen lips that were nearly Christy's equal in thickness and the way they protruded, Ubangi-style from her shockingly beautiful face. God! They might actually have been thicker! Jesus! The groaning executive was wildly squeezing the girl's round, firm, super-sized tits as the blowjob reached its climax.
The gorgeous, massively bosomed slut, Tom later told Mike when he inquired about her, was from Ghana. Although being with Christy was like dying and going to heaven, one look at this West African piece of ass was enough to move her past Danielle and Alma to the very top of Mike's runners-up list (after all, even when you're on a diet, there's no law against checking out the menu!). Mike had not seen her before, which was surprising because she was by a large margin the second most buxom gal in the place and Mike noticed things like that. She must as a result have been a late arrival — even later than Christy.
She was just that, Tom told him. In fact, she was a designated back up for Mike just in case Christy's plane had gotten seriously delayed or even cancelled. As it was, she was paired off with a guy who had failed to hit it off with his initial date. The beauty from Ghana did have watermelon sized milkers; still, Christy was much more buxom than she, and also about one hundred times more beautiful than the Ghanian tart.
Mike and Christy, who really did prefer greater privacy for their wild lovemaking, each picked out a pastry, some fruit, and a steaming cardboard container of coffee before heading out to the garden to be alone. Each was clearly obsessed with the other; they were clearly not interested in a group sex context for their loving.
Mike knew that Christy would look provocative wearing anything — even a barrel. But today's outfit absolutely screamed "fuck me, please!" at the top of its lungs. She wore super tight and ultra-skimpy white shorts that not only looked painted on but exposed a major portion of her luscious ass cheeks. Up top, she wore a super-tight, clingy red sweater under which, free from the restraint of a bra, her improbably massive tits floated, undulated, and even galloped as she walked along the gravel path. God! Once free of a bra, Christy's ultra-big hangers of tit meat actually hung down slightly below her waist. Jesus! Yet they were so utterly firm. Shit! The sweater was astonishingly stretched out from the massive load of bra-less tit meat it had to contain. One look at these massive pillows of tit floating and straining and fighting against the seriously challenged sweater fabric was enough to blow a guy's wad. Christy was just so unbelievably buxom and beautiful, too.
As they passed other couples, the man would invariably do a triple-take and then swivel his head around to stare in disbelief at Christy's beautiful face and above all her jiggling mountains of tit flesh. Most of the guys had noticed her with Mike in the dimly lit lounge the night before. They were astonished to see that in broad daylight Christy looked if anything even more improbably buxom than in the soft shadows of the bar. Mike was concerned that an epidemic of whiplash was in the offing. Christy's incredible, impossible-to-believe buxom beauty was simply beyond all reckoning. The guys they encountered were simply stunned at the astonishing piece of ass Mike had ended up with. The women were amazed as well; one girl (Mike would adjudged her a C-cup) mouthed the words "Oh my God!" to her date after checking out Christy's galloping hooters.
Mike noticed that even though their own dates were drop-dead gorgeous and amazingly well stacked themselves, the guys they were passing on the path looked as jealous as hell. Chuck Reilly in particular had been giving Mike particularly hangdog looks as he walked along with Danielle, his super-buxom weekend date. Chuck had been thrilled when he first saw Danielle's beautiful face and massive J-cup tits. One look at Christy's gigantic Z-cup bosom and out-of-this-world gorgeous face and body, however, had made Chuck more than a little resentful. "Fuck him!" Mike thought, "Some guys just can't stand prosperity! Maybe he can work out something with the giant-titted girl from Ghana — she looks like she sports an S-cup set of lungs at least. That should satisfy the ungrateful asshole!"
Mike soon forgot about Chuck, though, as he contemplated the prospect of more steamy hours playing with Christy's massive mountains of tit flesh followed by the anticipated thrill of once again spiking his thick tool down her dripping pussy and hosing more long ropes of hot sperm inside her womb.
The couple found a stone bench deep in the garden; they sat down and, while chatting, finished their coffee. Christy told Mike a little about her life in South Africa. "My mother was half native and half white — that's what they called 'coloured' under the old laws," she said. "She got pregnant," Christy went on, "by a British sailor, whom she never saw again after his ship sailed for home. He never wrote — no forwarding addresses for those guys! — so that was that. He was white, so that makes me � white and � native. Still, in the South Africa into which I was born, that combination still was spelled 'C-O-L-O-U-R-E-D.'
"My mother named me after either Julie Christy the actress or Lou Christie the rock star — I was never sure which 'cause the story changed whenever I asked her about it. I liked Julie better than Lou, so that's the spelling I chose. I had the usual Capetown non—white upbringing — a small apartment in a poor coloured neighborhood," Christy continued. "When I was eight, my breasts started to develop — and they kept it up big time."
"Eight!" Mike interrupted in shock. "Can girls really start to develop at age eight?"
"Hmmm ... well, maybe I was nine. It was a long time ago so it's hard to remember exactly. Anyway, I measured 26D when I was ten ... or was I eleven then? No, I think I was actually wearing a 28F bra when I was eleven." The fantastically buxom girl got a perplexed look on her face.
"This is so confusing, trying to remember what happened when," the young girl protested. All of a sudden, Christy leaned over and, after simultaneously flattening out and crushing her massive lips against Mike's mouth, thrust her long tongue deep inside her lover's eager mouth. The lovers passionately frenched each other for long, spit-lubricated period of time. Their chins and cheeks got absolutely slippery and shiny with saliva in the process.
As the incredibly deep kiss finally broke, Christy resumed her story. "Anyway, I think that by that time I was thirteen ... or something ... and mom told me I needed something like a 30L-cup but they didn't sell those in the stores."
"You poor kid," Mike commiserated, as, on account of the increasing sexiness of the narrative, he started fondling Christy's gigantic tits with even greater intensity.
"Mom had heard about a woman named Mother Namabuke. She lived in the native section of the city. She had a shop that sold made-to-order brassieres for girls too big to get their bras in regular stores. Some of those African women get just huge, you know!" Christy exclaimed.
"I know," Mike moaned, as the increasingly horny fellow traced his shaking hands up and down the shafts of his lover's massive hangers. "And some of the coloured girls, too, I see!"
"Hmmm! That feels so good! Please don't stop, precious!" Christy eagerly leaned into Mike's searching hands. The fellow really knew how to feel a girl up!
"Anyway, I really never knew my actual cup size after that. When I got measured for my 30L-cup, or whatever it was, I had a 44-inch bust, Mother Namabuke told me. But they just wouldn't stop growing! I was up to something like a 30N when I left school at 14. Just guessing though."
"I bet the boys were all over you," Mike said.
"They were all over me," Christy said. "They would follow me down the street asking me for dates, for a feel, for a look, and even for sex. Guys were always stopping me on the street and hitting on me. They still do, only now it's worse — even with really loose clothes I can hardly go shopping without causing a scene or a traffic jam."
"God, I can imagine," Mike agreed. "You're so beautiful and your body is so sexy. Who could resist?"
"Thank you, honey," Christy said, as she leaned over and gave Mike a hug and lingering kiss on his cheek. "I knew I was smart, but with so little education I figured my body was going to have to be my fortune. I started working in a local topless bar when I was ... umm ... sixteen. By then my bust measured 52 inches. Mother Namabuke guessed I was wearing a 32T bra ... or would have, if they made such things. I had reached my full height, but my breasts still kept on growing. The other girls hated me 'cause I got a whole lot more lap dances than they did. I guess so, 'cause my breasts were more than twice as big as theirs ... maybe three times as big. That meant the guys were always lined up to dance with me and I made just tons more money than they did."
"Christy, you're so fantastically built and so very beautiful," Mike interjected, "it couldn't have been any other way."
"Well," Christy continued," the club started offering super-sexy, really expensive dances. We had rooms upstairs where we would lap dance in the nude. Each dance lasted half an hour. They called them 'Champagne Dances', and they cost the equivalent of $100 in South African money. After a week or so, they were charging $200 for me but still $100 for the rest of the girls. 'Supply and demand,' the boss said. The guys were still lined up for me even at that price, though.
"By that time, my tits were starting to get famous in Capetown, and beyond, too. By then I had grown into my present 32Z cup size." Christy hesitated for a moment. "Well, 32Z is just a guess, of course. The last time I got measured by Mother Namabuke, my bust measurement was around sixty inches, maybe a few inches more. I just can't remember exactly."
"Oh, sweetheart," Mike whispered, "sixty inches is so sexy! Such a turn-on!" By now the fellow's straining hard-on was seriously leaking pre-cum, and he had switched to rubbing the buxom teen-ager's rock-hard nipples with the palms of his hands.
"Actually, " Christy went on, her breathing getting a bit harder, "I haven't had to buy bigger bras for about six months, so maybe they've stopped growing. That would be fine with me — I certainly don't need a bigger bosom."
Mike continued to knead and rub Christy's massive chest though her tight, clingy sweater; he was not going to express a view on that subject. Would an even bigger set of knockers make her more enticing? No way was Mike going to go there!
"Anyway," the incredibly buxom young girl continued after a slight pause during which it became clear that Mike was not going to express a view on that subject, "when we danced, the guy and I would go upstairs into one of the private rooms and get comfortable. I would take off my top and bottom. The guy would sit in a padded chair; he could take off his shirt but had to keep his pants on. We'd lap dance for a while — I'd rub my crotch hard against his cock — which by that time was usually really stiff. I'd also rub my tits against his bare chest — God, the guys would start moaning at the feel of my giant bosom. Then, the guy would work out on my breasts for a while. He could squeeze them and kiss them and lick them to his heart's content. If the guy turned me on a little, we would interrupt the tit-work from time to time with some really hot, passionate French kissing. Then, we'd going back to lap dancing — I'd rub my pussy faster and even harder against his crotch while he squeezed and sucked my tits some more. By this time the guy was so stiff and worked up that the ball game was usually over in a couple of minutes. He would leave the room with a really big cum stain all up and down the front of his pants. I always had a very long line of guys waiting for me. I'd do as many dances as I could each night until my crotch got too sore to go on — then I'd call it a night. I was really making a lot of money."
"Wow," Mike interjected, "I would have been at the head of that line. That sounds fantastically sexy."
"It really was," Christy said. "I'd even have several orgasms a night, even more if my dates were handsome and sexy. Anyway, I had been dancing for more a year and a half when this guy came by the club. When he saw me he told me about this exclusive escort service he ran. He told me I could make lots and lots more money with him than I was making with the club — and he was right. I've been doing it for six months now and my rate keeps going up, up, up. In fact, I think for me the agency is charging $10,000.00 plus airfare and expenses just for this weekend. Imagine!"
She glanced over at Mike with a guilty look. "Golly, honey, that's quite a lot of money. Our sex has been so great that I can't believe I'm actually being paid for it. I feel a little bad that you have to pay so much." Then the massively-breasted girl paused and grinned. "But I'll take it, of course," she giggled.
"Not to worry, baby," Mike assured her. "The company is paying for it; it's nothing out of my pocket. So for me it is free."
"Great," Christy said with a dazzling smile. "That does make me feel a little better — it's more like I'm your girl friend. Anyway," she laughed, "we're making love so much this weekend that the price is actually pretty cheap on a per-orgasm basis.
"I have to tell you," Christy went on after a thoughtful pause, "that I am really drawn to older guys — it's probably 'cause I never knew my father or some deep reason like that. Of course, I don't want them to be too old — twenty years older than me is about the limit — and I only really get attracted to guys who are exceptionally handsome and in shape. Having a big cock helps, too. Guys like you, sweetheart, in other words.
"The agency sends me to a lot of older guys 'cause they're the ones with lots of money — naturally! If the guy is a hunk I really have to watch myself — I could actually fall for some of these men I've been with."
Christy then snuggled closer to Mike. "Precious, you're at the absolute top of that class — I think I am falling for you — hard. You're so handsome, so muscular, so slim and trim ... so nice and sweet, too ... you're also such a great lover — I've never had loving like this from anybody, client or boyfriend ... honey, the way your mouth and lips and hands worked on my bottom last night was just inhuman; I doubt any girl has ever been loved like that before ... it really does mean that I'm all yours now ... God, all our loving is so great ... your penis is so huge, too — it almost makes me cum just from looking at it and handling it ... you're just a dream, you're my dream guy, sweetheart."
The giant-breasted beauty's skin was getting flushed with passion as she made this declaration. The absurdly buxom teenage girl was clearly starting to lose it! She was bonkers over Mike! And her level of sexual arousal was visibly skyrocketing!
"Mike, I don't care about watching my step with you. I'm just going to let this weekend happen. I'm on a wonderful trip in your arms ... it's so sexy and arousing. I don't know if it will ever happen again with us, but I'm beginning to really hope it will."
Christy then got quiet and looked deeply into Mike's eyes. "Honey, I do feel like your girl friend." she whispered. The extraordinarily big chested young beauty then leaned over to give Mike a kiss. Soon the soft grinding and rubbing of their mouths had turned into an ultra-passionate French kiss as Mike feasted on Christy's protruding fat lips and hot mouth. Christy's expression of feelings had helped to make this deep, deep French kiss the longest and most passionate yet. The hot lovers were by now passionately involved with each other emotionally as well as physically. Mike would not have thought it possible, but his deepening feelings for this ultra-ripe child-woman were getting him more turned on than ever. All he wanted to do was to make unending love to this fantastically buxom, unimaginably beautiful, surpassingly sweet, and charmingly tender young teenage girl. And all she wanted was for him to do just that to her!
Still, as the kiss went on and on, a tiny little alarm had gone off in Mike's brain. Something about Christy's story was just not hanging together, age-wise. As their all-consuming French kiss came to an end, he decided to explore the matter just a bit more.
"God, kissing you is so great, baby," Mike murmured, "I'm so glad you left the Club and changed jobs. Otherwise, we never would have met."
"I know," Christy smiled.
"So," Mike continued, "let me see if I have it straight. You were how old when you left the club?" Mike inquired.
"Umm ... sixteen.... No, wait ... seventeen, that's it ... I was seventeen!"
"And you were how old when you started at the Club?" Mike was having a hard time keeping this chronology straight.
"Hmmm ... let's see ... umm ... I guess ... I worked there two years, so I must have been fifteen."
Mike, however, thought he remembered her telling him she had started there at age sixteen. "But..." he began.
"But nothing!" Christy interrupted a bit sharply. "All this happened too long ago to remember. All I know is that's I'm eighteen and I'm tired of talking 'cause I want to be kissing instead!"
Mike knew he had gotten all the information Christy was willing to give on that subject. Eighteen? Not bloody likely! Still, as the unimaginably buxom kid's thick lips began to crush themselves against his slackening, yielding mouth, Mike knew that there was a time to talk and a time to make love. Thank goodness, as his mouth opened wider and wider in acceptance of his lover's thrusting and twisting tongue, he knew the difference!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
By now the empty coffee containers had been swept into the grass as the lovers' hot rumps migrated all over the bench. As the hot, protracted kiss finally broke, Mike was once again eagerly mauling and squeezing Christy's super-meaty, monstrously huge breasts. Seconds later, the lovers were passionately soul kissing again while Mike's mad tit fondling and rubbing went on and on. The crush of Christy's so-thick, meaty, puffy, ultra-cushioned, really fleshy lips molding themselves, pillowing, slipping and sliding against his own lips was such a thrilling turn-on as well. And when he sucked Christy's ultra-fat upper lip deep into his mouth and began passionately sucking on it, Mike wondered if the sexy feel of this swollen flesh so far inside his mouth was going to make him cream in his jeans!
When they broke for air five minutes later, Mike moaned as he watched his fingers disappearing into the vast, unrestrained reaches of Christy's massive bosom. "I so glad you didn't wear a bra," he groaned. "This is so sexy! God, Christy! You're so buxom and beautiful!" he moaned."
"There's no point in me wearing a bra," Christy giggled. "I knew if I wore this outfit that my clothes were going to be coming off in no time at all anyway. Besides, wearing a bra is such a pain. My 32Z brassieres have ten hooks; they take forever to put on and take off. But, honey," she added, "you're such an expert lover that I bet the bra would be slipping off my breasts in seconds flat! And then your hot, roaming hands would be all over my bare bosom ... hmmm ... they feel so good! Your long tongue would be licking my tit flesh, and my areolae, too ... hmmm ... And your sexy lips and mouth would be sucking my nipples and then all over my bosom, I bet ... hmmm ... I just love it! ... and you'd suck my breast meat into your mouth and lick the flesh from inside ... that's so sexy, honey! And, oh sweetheart, the sexy way you kiss — nobody has ever done anything like that to me before ... oh, baby!" Christy started to moan; then she leaned over and gave Mike's ultra-engorged cock a loving, gentle, and prolonged squeeze. She was getting unbelievably hot and ready to make love.
Mike was himself helplessly groaning with passion as his splayed fingers kept fondling and squeezing Christy's mammoth rack of tit meat as it bulged almost grotesquely out of her super-tight, really stretched-out sweater. He couldn't believe it — being with Christy was keeping his cock almost perpetually stiff. Besides, her outfit was such a turn-on. Mike knew that a truly buxom girl often looked even sexier with her massive bosom bulging out of tight clothes than in the nude. It was certainly true with Christy; his leaking cock head was conclusive evidence of that fact.
"Sweetheart," he moaned," let's go up to the suite; we've got some urgent business to attend to. It has to do with you having too many clothes on and me needing to get my stiff cock inside your sweet vagina before I blow lunch in my pants. This making-out and sexy talk and playing with your tits is too much to handle."
Then Mike got solemn for a moment. "I'm really touched that you shared your feelings with me, honey. I really feel for you, too — you're just so special. And I don't want it to end with this weekend, either. Let's see each other in the future as well."
The lovers, needless to say, could not get back to their suite fast enough. Forty-five minutes later, an overflow of Mike's boiling hot, sticky sperm was gushing out of Christy's stretched-out pussy onto the sheets. "What a guy," she was thinking. She had never had a lover — a boyfriend or a john — who got stiff so quickly or so often, was able to fuck for so long a period, and who then was able to blast so many steamy clots of jizz down her cunt. Mike's cock was so long, too, and it was definitely the thickest penis she had ever seen. The strength with which its astonishing circumference rubbed against the walls of her pussy was so exciting. Christy couldn't wait for him to get it up again.
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Needless to say, Mike did get it up again that day. In fact, Christy's unbelievable buxom beauty and passionate lovemaking inspired Mike to enjoy an astonishing number of erections and orgasms that afternoon and evening. They made love missionary-style; they made love doggie-style — Christy was astonished at how deep Mike could go in that position. They did it with Mike on top; they did it with Christy on top. For variety, Mike fucked Christy's mammoth tits a couple of times, and spayed creamy jism all over her face and chest. For added variety, Mike fucked Christy's face and shot hot ropes of spunk down her throat straight into her stomach. And during the periods in which Mike's temporarily limp dick was in recovery, he endlessly and mercilessly licked and sucked and reamed out her bottom with his tongue and fingers just like the night before. Christy was just overcome with sexual frenzy; she ended up fucking Mike's face for hours. She must have come a couple hundred times or more that day.
It should come as no surprise that the lovers spent most of the day in bed exploring and playing with their hot, sexy bodies in these various ways. They just couldn't get enough of each other. Their sex was so hot and so frequent that Christy was reduced to a limp, whimpering puddle of hot flesh. But she was not satiated, not by a long shot — she wanted more — a lot more. And Mike was just the guy to oblige her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The ultra-hot lovers did take a break to go into town for dinner. Of course, Christy had to decide what to wear for the occasion. She had brought along a loose, modest print dress — albeit a bit short in the hem and kind of clingy in the rear — in case they went out. It was the sort of dress she would wear if she wanted to avoid causing a public scene, if not an absolute riot, when she walked down the street. "But I also brought along another dress just in case," she explained. "It's my 'do-you-like-what-you-see?' dress." She held it up; it was an absurdly tiny, really clingy, sleeveless black knit dress. "Because of the way it really clings to my breasts 'n my rump, too, it sort of causes a commotion whenever I wear it," she admitted," but when I'm with a guy I really like, I want to look and be as sexy for him as I can. And I really feel that way about you, honey, so it's on with the dress. I'll be back in a couple minutes or so."
Mike almost got dizzy with lust when Christy came out of the bedroom some thirty minutes later wearing the knit dress. It was very short; the hem was about six inches above the knee — at least. The soft wool fabric absolutely clung to, and outlined — in utter bold relief — every single inch of Christy's curves covered by the garment. Of course, a lot of her inches and curves were uncovered; the sleeveless dress, after all, was so short that it barely covered her super-curvy rump. This meant that Christy's perfect killer legs, and sleek, beyond-shapely thighs were on full display. What a sight they were!
The way the tight, tiny micro-mini-dress clung to the exact shape of Christy's enormous tits was even more mind-blowing. Her 32Z-cup tits just stuck out into next week as they relentlessly jutted, pushed, and shoved against the soft wool fabric. God! Christy's massive, massive tits seemed ready to burst through the really stretched-out dress. Christy's tits were so incredibly big. They were just torturing the knit fabric against which they were mercilessly thrusting.
"Oh, honey," Mike groaned, "I've never seen tits stretch out a dress so much as this. I can't believe how they stick straight out from your chest, too — they're so huge but so firm."
"I'm wearing a super-supportive bra with double straps, darling," Christy informed Mike, "so my breasts really do stick out. It's oversized, too; it stretches from my waist almost to my neck. This way my bosom will look great under the dress and not hang down quite so far." Still, even though Christy's bosom was jutting out from her chest like the prow of a ship, the massive bulk of her ultra-full, super-pendulous tit meat was still extending down nearly to her navel. Christy was so stupendously buxom that no bra, no matter how huge, no matter how tight, could do much to hide the fact that she had just about the biggest breasts on Earth!
"Wow," Mike went on, "I don't think there's an extra square inch of material in that dress, the way your tits bulge out of it. I think if there were one less strand of wool woven into that dress your bosom would just burst through the material. It's so sexy, honey."
"It's custom-made to fit that way," Christy replied. "No way could I fit my 32Z bosom, 18 inch waist, and 31 inch hips into the same off-the-rack dress. They had to add a lot of material up top; otherwise, my arm holes would stretch out to the size of manhole covers."
Mike also noticed that the dress had a modest scoop neck — modest, that is, for anyone but Christy. The extremely massive size of her bosom meant that even the demure scoop neck displayed a shockingly long, deep, amazingly pronounced cleavage. It was just inches deep! Christy's breasts, after all, were so massive that her cleavage started just below her collarbone! The overall effect of the dress was therefore so overpowering that it was all Mike could do not to throw Christy on the bed, strip off the tiny dress, and just fuck her brains out on the spot. But their dinner reservations were only thirty minutes off, and Mike knew full well that his just-expressed desire would be fulfilled within seconds upon their return from dinner. He could wait.
"Do I look OK?" Christy asked. She twirled around to give Mike a good look. The way the dress clung to her amazingly curvy ass was particularly boner-building. Her legs and thighs looked so sleek and beautifully muscled in her flesh-colored panty hose and four-inch heels. Of course, the massive bulges of tit flesh that stuck way out on either side of her trunk also made the view from the rear almost unbearably arousing.
In truth, Mike thought that the dress was rather on the short side for the Inn of the Hamptons, the fancy, up-scale restaurant he had chosen for their outing. He guessed, though, that it would just barely pass muster, though another inch off the hem would definitely have crossed the line. The way the dress clung to and showed off Christy's amazing body simply could not be factored into any social equation, however. After all, Christy's extreme good looks, her beyond-shapely legs, thighs, and ass, and the incredible massiveness of her bosom would have caused a commotion no matter what she had worn. In the final analysis, the dress was really just your every-day, basic black dress; it would have been A-OK on any other woman with fine legs, so it was going to be just fine for Christy, too. Short of renting a suit of armor, the massively buxom teenager's curves and stunning good looks were going to be on display no matter what she wore.
"The dress is OK — hell, much more than OK — and you're a whole lot more than OK in it," Mike pronounced. "You look just ravishing — and really ravishable, too, I should add."
"I guess with this dress I'm saying to the world, like, take a good look at the goodies my man is going to be playing with when we get back home," Christy explained, as she gave Mike a passionate hug and kiss.
Mike returned the favor; before long his long, snaky tongue was searching deep down the teenage beauty's throat. His hot hands had slipped inside Christy's pantyhose and panties and were cupping her firm, perfectly formed ass cheeks. He was again seized by an almost irresistible desire to knock off a quick chunk before dinner — even though the clock said, "No way!" Instead, he settled for sucking on Christy's massive lips for a few seconds and then lighting tracing his eager, shaking hands all over her massive, knit-clad bosom as the lovers slowly and regretfully broke their clinch.
As she stepped back a foot or so, Mike could see the young kid's bosom quiver and shake; the sight was enough to make Mike want to pull her back into his arms. The amazing thing, Mike noticed, was that on account of their mutually spectacular endowments, his hard-on and her jutting breasts were nearly bridging the one-foot gap between the two lovers. Amazing!"
Christy twirled around again a couple of times to give her lover another good look at her treasures. "I think I must have kind of an exhibitionist streak." she giggled. "I hope it turns you on, honey, 'cause I really want to get you super-primed for some hot loving the second we get back from dinner. I really want to have you super hot and bothered when come back through that door! I want to make hot love with you so bad, baby!"
On account of Christy's killer legs, perfect thighs, super-curvy ass, and incomprehensibly huge tits, the restaurant was in a total uproar each time Christy walked across the dining room floor. Christy's unbelievably mammoth pillows of tit meat, her heartbreakingly beautiful face, and her stunningly curvaceous legs, thighs, and ass were all completely on display for the amazed diners on account of the body-hugging micro-mini dress — it absolutely fit her body like a second skin. Her teetering walk on her high heels only increased her consummate sexiness. Of course, there is simply no practical way to hide a 32Z set of lungs from the world. And Christy's face was so gorgeous and her equipment below the waist was so fine that she would have stopped traffic even if she needed to wear only a 32A-cup bra under that knit micro-mini-dress. But with a 32Z-18-31 figure ... well ... "total uproar" is the only accurate description of the situation in the Inn of the Hamptons that evening!
The host gave the lovers a secluded circular booth in the back of the restaurant; one look at Christy and the way she was hanging on Mike told the man that privacy was a chief aim of the hot couple. The lovers ended up so jammed against each other when they were seated that they used only a fraction of the booth. When she sat down, Mike was excited to see that Christy's micro-mini dress rode all the way up to her crotch and fully exposed her absolutely luscious thighs. Of course, her crotch itself was not to be seen, for her larger than huge pillows of tit meat had dropped down to completely cover up her lap. When he wasn't eating, Mike was either gently caressing Christy's killer thighs or running his hot, eager, squeezing hands back and forth under the soft, massive shelf of tit meat that was resting in her lap.
On a couple of occasions when the waiter was safely out of sight, Mike reached under the dress and inside Christy's panty hose and panties to cup and squeeze her fantastically curvy ass cheeks. The beyond-ravishing beauty swiveled around to face Mike, jammed, pillowed, and rubbed her gigantic tits into his chest, and lifted up her rump a bit on these occasions to give her lover easy access to her hot, squirming, sexy bottom. Once, Mike even slipped his fingers inside the teenage beauty's pantyhose and right down the front of her panties. He soon discovered that his hot young lover was just dripping with cunt juice. It was impossible to imagine a hotter, more ready to rut, bitch than Christy!
On a larger number of occasions — Mike eventually lost count of how many — the lovers stole ultra-passionate, jaw-breaking kisses. Even in public there was no way Mike and Christy could keep from being sexy with each other. For his part, all Mike wanted to do was to get back to the estate so that he could give his full attention to Christy's incomprehensibly sexy, gorgeous body. And Christy, he could tell, felt exactly the same way. She was so ready to fuck!
Who could blame Mike? The almost incapacitating excitement of having Christy sitting nearly in his lap during dinner was just boner building — and boner retaining! Because of the proximity of her sleek legs and thighs, her up-to-here hemline, and the overwhelmingly sensual thrill of Christy's gigantic udders as they pillowed up against his shoulder and arm, Mike had endured a rock-hard erection for every single second of the meal. It just ached with desire, for release. During a number of those stolen moments when Mike's tongue was deep inside Christy's mouth and his fingers had disappeared deep into the massive bulk of her so-huge, super-heavy bosom, Mike came within an ace of a spontaneous ejaculation. He was so horny, so ready to make love, so ready to spew jism all over his skivvies!
As the meal went on, his cock was just throbbing with almost frantic need — Mike even felt the first stages of blue balls coming on! He knew that being that stiff for that long meant that the first cum he had when they got back to their suite was going to be almost overwhelmingly powerful. His prediction was right on the money — Mike would remember for years the incredible force and unbelievable thrill of what he called his "knit-dress" orgasm. It was the strongest yet of his life on a weekend when within a 48-hour period Mike logged the strongest thirty cums of his life! His stupendously buxom, drop dead gorgeous teenage sweetheart was that sexy — and arousing! And guess what? Even the "knit-dress" cum was destined to be knocked out of first place very, very soon!
It was obvious to everyone in the restaurant that the young teenage beauty's incomprehensibly gigantic tits were going to be Mike's to love, squeeze, knead, lick, kiss, swallow, suck, rub, and even fuck very soon. The way Mike and Christy were all over each another during dinner and on the way out the door told every man in the place that Mike was about to become the luckiest guy in the world — just as soon as he could get an obviously very willing and eager Christy into bed.
Mike was willing to bet that people at the restaurant (especially the men!) were going to talk for years about the slim, astonishingly curvy, impossibly beautiful, and phenomenally buxom young thing who had so set the restaurant on its ear that Saturday evening in August. Their wives, of course, clucked about the outrageousness of a mid-30s lecher getting involved with such a young mulatto girl in the first place — she couldn't have been a day over fifteen, they asserted — and, notwithstanding her body, perhaps even younger! This was the worst thing in the male/female realm to happen on Long Island since Amy Fisher and Joey Buttafucco, they muttered!
Christy really paid the full price for her choice of the knit dress later that evening — that was for sure! The door to their suite had not yet clicked shut before Mike, actually roaring, growling and even whimpering with overpowering sexual desire and animal lust, ripped the tiny dress and panty hose off Christy's super-voluptuous body right on the spot! The lovers then wildly sucked and fucked their way to multiple orgasms right there on the living room rug.
The experience of being able almost frantically to lust after their bodies at the restaurant, while not to be able to do all that much about it at the time, had gotten the lovers so hot and bothered that the very thought of postponing sex until they had walked an additional 25 steps to the bedroom was simply out of the question. The idea of postponing sex for even an additional ten seconds or so was inconceivable.
Mike, in fact, was so sex-crazed, so absolutely writhing in heat when the lovers got back from dinner, that his titanium-hard cock only lasted about forty jet-propelled trips up and down Christy's utterly soaked cunt before it began splattering heroic, Guinness Book of World Records quantities of spunk down her dripping, convulsing pussy. The incomprehensibly thrilling, overpowering orgasm was just indescribably powerful. In fact, the seemingly endless cum lasted a lot longer than the fucking that had produced it! It was indeed the cum of a lifetime! Mike was so turned on, so sex-crazed, that he shot just prodigious amounts of spunk up Christy's pussy; never in his life had his balls sent so much sperm up and out of his cock hole. The orgasmic shudders, thrills, and chills lasted over three minutes!
Christy was just as hot, and just as orgasmic. She was, in fact, so ready for Mike that her cervix had become fully dilated before her rump even hit the living room floor. No wonder his horse-sized cock hit bottom on the first stroke! Her reproductive system, after all, was getting fully in tune with her lover's massive shaft; the buxom teenager had begun to notice lately that her cervix started fully to dilate even while the lovers were still just making out.
The carpeting had gotten just soaked (and the lovers had to move a few feet) after an amazing volume of commingled love juices had run back out of Christy's overflowing cunt onto the carpeting. Still, Mike had been so aroused that he was rock-hard again in only a couple of minutes, and so the lovers enjoyed many more leisurely rounds of intercourse on the soft rug during the next few hours. Then, with the edge finally taken off their horniness, the super-hot lovers moved into the bedroom for more sizzling sex. It was nearing sunrise before the lovers, their glowing bodies encrusted with dried cum, finally managed to drop off to sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Notwithstanding their non-stop, all-night-long lovemaking , Christy woke up very early on Sunday; she wanted to lie by the pool for a while and get some sun before heading to the airport in the late afternoon for her flight home. In light of her massive breasts and Mike's insatiable lust for them, she doubted that sun was all she was going to get on the pool deck. She smiled as she recalled the swimming suit she was going to wear; Mike's hard-on was going to rip a hole in his swimming trunks when he saw her wearing it. With that sexy thought in her head, she drifted back to sleep for a few more minutes.
Christy was reawakened by the sensation of Mike passionately squeezing her mammoth tits and sucking and licking her nipples. His frantic tit-work meant that Christy's pussy was already dripping wet when she opened her eyes. Before they were all the way open, Mike had begun drilling his rock-hard cock down her slippery cunt. What a way to start the day!
"Let's just put on our swimming suits and head straight for the pool after breakfast," Christy suggested. Mike put on his skimpy bikini briefs; on account of his flat, washboard stomach and rippling chest muscles, he knew looked good in that sort of an outfit. He also knew, however, that when Christy got him excited at pool side, his huge, thick love pole was going to form an obscenely large bulge in the front of his skimpy swimming suit. To which he responded to himself: "So what — isn't that what this weekend is all about?"
When it came to bulges, Christy's suit was off the charts. Down below, she had put on a narrow thong; absolutely her entire luscious ass was on display. The view was simply incredible.
Above her waist, Christy had put on a top that was so tiny in comparison to her monumentally enormous tits that it seemed almost like a parody of a swimming suit top.
"God, Christy," Mike marveled. "That top is hardly big enough to cover your nipples. It's so sexy."
"I know," Christy responded. "I looked for a bigger one, but a K-size top was the biggest I could find when I was rushing around Capetown at the last minute to buy a suit for this trip. A K-cup sounded plenty big at the time — at least for a bikini top. Guess again, huh? Gosh, it doesn't even cover up my areolae!. Of course, I had to ask them to add a lot of string so I could tie it around my neck and back after I had cupped it over my nipples. I know it looks silly, Mike, but it's all I have to wear."
"Oh, baby," Mike moaned. "It's so sexy, not silly. God! If yesterday's shorts and sweater was your 'Fuck Me' outfit, what on earth is this?"
Christy grinned. "How about calling it my 'Fuck-Me-Right-This-Second-Outfit.' Please!"
So he did.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When the lovers finally got to the pool, a number of other couples had already arrived to enjoy the hot sun and warm temperatures. A number of them were clearly enjoying each other even more than the weather. A very beautiful, busty Brazilian girl, for example, was being fucked on a chaise longue by a red-faced, sweating Frank Mossman, Hooper's executive vice-president. A Vanguard VP whose name Mike had forgotten was lying on a beach towel; he was groaning while his rather modest and rather limp dick was being sucked by an extremely stunning, very hard-bodied red head from Montreal.
Notwithstanding these preoccupations, Christy's absurdly skimpy bikini top caused a real uproar when the couple arrived; the male eyeballs around the pool almost popped out of their respective skulls in lusty reaction to the 95% bare expanse of the massive 32Z-cup bosom spilling out of Christy's absurdly tiny swimming suit.
Christy spread out a beach blanket and immediately lay down on her stomach to get some sun. The view from Mike's perspective was fantastic. Christy's killer legs and thighs were so inviting as they glistened in the sun. Her bare ass cheeks were almost unbearably luscious to look at, too.
Mike noticed above all that a lot of her mind-boggling bosom, so unimaginably mammoth, had squirted out from under her trunk and had spread out on either side of her resting body. The sight of this astonishing amount of tit flesh being pushed and mashed out on either side of Christy's trunk was just unbearably erotic. From the side it looked as if Christy were sunning herself on an air mattress! An air mattress made out of tit meat!
Christy had brought along a bottle of sun tan oil. With his voice almost shaking with almost overpowering lust and anticipation, Mike asked if he could spread some oil on her back.
"You bet, honey," she said lazily. "That sounds great."
Mike began spreading small amounts of oil on Christy's shoulders and upper back; his fingers then migrated to the small of her back. Next, Mike began applying oil to her calves and thighs.
Almost without his being aware of it, Mike's fingers naturally gravitated to Christy's astonishingly firm, round, curvy buns; he found himself crazily kneading oil into her super-round ass cheeks. At this point, Mike's massive dick was starting to get seriously stiff.
"Hmmm," Christy purred, "that feels so good; and it's really sexy too, sweetheart."
"I want to do the rest of your back," Mike said in a thick voice, "but your bikini strap is in the way."
"Then you'd better take it off, honey," Christy quickly responded, as Mike untied the straps and let them fall to the pool deck.
Mike was soon stroking Christy's entire back with one hand while squeezing and cupping her ass cheeks with the other. He was starting to moan heavily with serious sexual desire.
"Baby," he groaned, "I've got to take my swimming suit off. I've got such a hard-on that the suit is just binding my dick up something awful." Mike got up on his knees for a moment and worked his bikini briefs over and off his rock-hard boner. Its length and thickness meant that the task took a lot of twisting, pushing, and pulling. Several of the girls lying around the pool looked up in shock at the length and thickness of his mule-sized sex tool. A couple of them definitely looked as if they'd like a little of that action! Or maybe a lot! Lucky girl, that Christy, they were obviously thinking.
As soon as the suit was off, Mike started rubbing and stroking the piles of tit flesh that had oozed out on either side of Christy's trunk. While so engaged, he had leaned down and, by now groaning even louder, begun kissing and licking her golden back. Mike was clearly starting to lose control.
"It's time to do your front, baby," Mike groaned. Christy slowly rolled over. Her mammoth 32Z-cup tits jiggled and bounced as they followed the lead of her movement from front to back. They gently floated and rippled as Christy settled in on her back. Mike was almost drooling at the sight of her bouncing, unimaginably huge breasts as, after about ten seconds of jiggling and rippling, they finally settled in on her chest. No way should implant-augmented tits jiggle and quiver like that!
Mike was able to take his eyes off of Christy's mammoth udders long enough to notice that her pussy was just glistening with cunt juice. Christy was getting really hot and bothered, too.
The ridiculously inadequate K-cup bikini top was still perched on top of Christy's nipples. Groaning with lust, Mike worked his hands under the garment and eased the top off her totally erect nipples and sandwich plate-sized areolae. The feel of the massive, incredibly soft tit flesh in his hands as he worked them under the bikini top was almost unbearably erotic; Mike thought he was going to have an unassisted, spontaneous orgasm right on the spot.
As his steel-like cock throbbed and jerked, Mike then poured a bit of sun tan oil in his palm and began kneading and mauling Christy's beyond-enormous breasts. The oil made slurping and squeaking sounds against her tit meat as his hands wildly squeezed and pummeled her massive breasts. By now Mike was straddling her waist and was moaning almost at the top of his lungs as the monstrously huge, ultra-soft piles of tit flesh atop Christy's chest gave way to deep indentations caused by his crazed fingers.
Had he been able to take his eyes off of Christy's unimaginably massive tits for a moment, Mike would have noticed that every other man beside the pool was watching this tit rub with slack-jawed wonder. A couple of the guys were actually ignoring their understandably miffed dates and starting to frantically masturbate at the sight of the unbearably erotic show Mike and Christy were putting on.
Christy was moaning, too. She had reached down and, using both of her delicately small hands, was slowly jerking up and down on Mike's super-stiff cock. "Honey," Mike groaned, "I don't think we're going to hurry back to the room — we're just too excited. I know you like privacy for loving making — and so do I — but this is getting to be an emergency! We need some immediate relief — pronto! Let's just make love right here."
"Hmmm," Christy moaned. "I can't wait either. But we've made love so much this weekend, honey, that my pussy is really awfully sore right now. I really want to make love again before I leave for home but this time let me give you a blow-job. I want to just lick and suck lots of jizz out of your huge cock. Hmmm, lover, I want it in my mouth so bad right now. I just love the salty taste of your creamy spunk."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Mike was helplessly groaning with desire and passion. His cock hole had seriously begun to leak pre-cum in response to the unbelievable thrill of rubbing and squeezing Christy's ultra-enormous chest. "Take off your thong," he moaned, "so I can play with your pussy while you suck me off."
Christy hurriedly whipped off the slender, almost invisible swimming suit bottom and scooted over to Mike. Her watermelon-plus sized breasts were now strongly squashed up against his body. In fact, Christy was leaning so hard into Mike that her giant hooters were totally mashed and distended out of shape. The sensuous pressure of the amazingly soft pillows of tit flesh on his side and chest made Mike moan even louder.
Christy grabbed hold of his thick, throbbing shaft with both hands. God! It was so incredibly hard that it seemed as if it were made of cast iron! She then eased her so-thick, really swollen lips over Mike's giant cock head and sucked his pre-cum into her mouth. Hmmm, it tasted so salty and delicious. Then, after opening her mouth almost to the breaking point in order fully to get the amazingly thick prick into her mouth, she slid about six inches of Mike's astoundingly rock-hard cock into her hot, wet. oh, so-ready mouth.
After a dozen or so hot, wet, silken trips up and down Mike's giant shaft, Christy stuck her tongue as far out of her mouth as it would stretch. While keeping her tongue fully extended, she resumed bobbing up and down on Mike's throbbing dick.
The effect was electrifying; Mike not only had the thrill of feeling Christy's super-fat, swollen, amazingly protruding lips sliding up and down on three sides of his utterly stiff dick, but felt the velvety softness of her long tongue gliding up and down the remaining side of his giant pole. Above all, the slick warmth of her mouth on his granite-like pud was amazingly exciting.
By now, in fact, Christy was taking about nine to ten inches of cock down her throat; her lips were so thick and swollen that because they were pursed Christy could take an additional two inches of cock inside her mouth. Besides, as Mike had noticed, the huge-titted young kid seemed to be taking more and more cock down her throat each time she went down on the lover. The gorgeous teenager was definitely learning! For example, this time here was not even room below her bobbing lips for her hands to work on Mike's cock skin — as if he needed any additional stimulation.
The combination of Christy's torrid mouth, super-swollen lips, and long, silken tongue was making loud sucking and slurping sounds; in fact, saliva was freely running down few inches of cock that were not being swallowed up by Christy's hot mouth and lips — it was completely soaking Mike's pubic hair.
Mike had inserted two fingers into Christy's dripping pussy. It was so open and ready for love that he had almost immediately switched to three fingers. He rammed them in and out, stopping on every fourth stroke or so to lovingly rub and stroke Christy's cunt walls. She was so wet that sucking sounds from her pussy started to compete with the slurping sounds from the blow job.
After about ten minutes of this wild finger-fucking, Mike could feel Christy's body stiffen and shake; she was being racked by a really strong series of cums. Yet she kept on sucking and slurping without a pause in her rhythm; Christy was such an amazingly focused cocksucker.
As his right hand kept sliding in and out of Christy's almost continually convulsing pussy, Mike began to rub her mountainous tits with his left hand. His hand wildly pushed against the massive mounds of tit meat as he felt his balls getting ready to empty so that another mammoth load of hot spunk could rocket out of his cock head.
"Ohhhhh!" He screamed. "I ... I'm ... I'm ... coming!
No sooner had Mike's body started to stiffen and shudder than Christy abruptly pulled his throbbing shaft out of her mouth with a loud, wet "pop." She grabbed the jerking cock with both hands and began rapidly jacking it off. Mike's eyes had almost rolled into the back of his head as a super-strong orgasm took total control of his body. Wave after wave of incomprehensible, unimaginable thrills coursed through his body as a result of Christy's hot, wet, expert mouth and then her soft, wild hands. By now his fantastically rigid dick felt to Christy as if it were almost stronger than tempered steel.
"Uuugggghhh!" he yelled as his balls delivered a super-spurt of cum. Mike was dimly aware that a super-urgent, really long rope of boiling hot, sticky sperm had just shot out of his cock hole as Christy's hands continued non-stop to jack him off. To his amazement, the long, white column of spunk rose almost six feet into the air — God! He had never before shot a load so big or so far! It was succeeded about fifteen seconds later by a second ultra-powerful, super-generous clot of jizz that flew at least a yard above his cock head. They were followed by still more eruptions of a foot or more.
Mike was spraying so much boiling, sticky jism high into the air that the lovers were getting splattered and stained with his hot love juice. It didn't even slow Christy down! She kept pulling on Mike's super-long dick until, nearly a minute later, the shudders and thrills of his orgasm had subsided and only insignificant drips of cum were leaking out of his cock hole.
~~~~~0~~~~~
"Oh, honey," Christy whispered playfully. "That was just amazing. I took your cock out of my mouth when you started to come 'cause I wanted to see just how strong your cum would be. I've taken so many shots of your jism in my vagina and my mouth this weekend, and they've all felt so strong. I wanted to see how strong they really were and how high your splat would fly. Precious, I've never seen sperm fly that high before. And there was so much of it, too!"
"I couldn't believe it myself," Mike observed. "But I know how it happened," he added. "It's your beautiful face and your unbelievably buxom figure and your fantastic love-making that's just ripping the spunk out of my balls. You make me so excited."
As the lovers' bodies disengaged, Mike happened to look around the pool. To his shock, he saw that everyone in attendance was staring intently at these two prototypes of hot sex and physical perfection. They had obviously interrupted their own lovemaking to watch — hell, to leer! — as Christy went down on his gigantic love stick. He imagined they were shocked at its size. He just knew they had been amazed — perhaps astonished! — to see how high in the air that huge shaft could spew jism. He wondered if he and his unimaginably buxom playmate should stand up and take a bow!
Instead, he leaned over and whispered in Christy's ear. "Don't mind our audience, precious. When we're making love, it's just you and me. Nobody else! God, you're so great, honey, that it's hard to put my feelings for you into words!"
Christy paused, and then gave Mike a tender, loving look. "Sweetheart, we've got to get together again for some more of this hot sex — and real soon, too. I've never had a guy get me off like you can. I just need lots more of your loving, honey. You've just got to come to Capetown for a week real soon; we can spend it in my apartment making love."
"Hmmm," Mike said. "That sounds so great. I've actually got some vacation time I should use up by next month, and I can't think of any place I'd rather spend it than in Capetown with you!"
Christy laughed. "You wouldn't see much of Capetown, honey. I wouldn't let you get out of bed except to go to the bathroom to pee and maybe grab a bite to eat in the kitchen to keep your strength up. You're going to be my sex slave, sweetheart. Count on it!"
Christy leaned over and gave Mike a long, passionate, open-mouthed kiss. "I hope you realize that week together will be a private date. Somebody paid for this weekend, but in Capetown we'll be on a boyfriend and girlfriend basis spending really sexy private time together. It's a freebie, precious, because I'm really stuck on you." The astonishingly buxom beauty leaned over and gave Mike another face-swallowing, ultra-deep kiss.
"It's a date — that's for sure, baby," Mike promised when the lovers broke for air.
"Now then," Christy concluded, "let's get some sun. I'm really tired from making love with you so many times — I've hardly gotten a wink of sleep. It sure has been wonderful, though," she smiled. "Still, I want to bake in the sun and doze for a while. Even though love with you is so thrilling, I am exhausted. After that we have to go back to the room so I can get ready to leave for the airport. And by the way, sweetheart, would you take me there, please?"
"Of course," Mike quickly assured her.
"Before we leave, though, " the improbably buxom teenage girl added, "I want to make love one more time, and I have some definite ideas on how we're going to do that." She reached over and gave Mike's snake-like but momentarily limp prick a slow, sensuous pull. "Get some rest, precious, and let Mr Johnson here recover his stamina." She grinned, an evil glint in her eye. "He's really going to be blasting sperm when we have our farewell sex! You won't believe it how sensuous it will be, sweetheart! Have I got plans for you!"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Once the couple returned to their rooms a couple of hours later, Christy managed to throw her stuff into a suitcase in about ten minutes. "Now," she said, turning to Mike, "I want to spend the rest of our time dancing for you. It's going to be a lap dance like you've never had before, precious. I'm pretty sure of that. It's definitely way beyond anything I've ever taken part in myself!"
Christy had taken off her skimpy swimming suit and put on an even skimpier one. "This is a suit I used to wear for lap-dancing in Capetown," she said. "It's got a string bikini bottom and a C-cup bra with special strap-extenders attached to make it fit over my bosom," she explained. "Well, sort of. As you can see, it doesn't cover up very much," she added with a smile.
Mike's jaw had dropped in the direction of the floor at the unbelievable sight of Christy wearing this super-sexy, boner-building outfit. Her monstrous, super-meaty tits — they were so, so, big - were hanging down to her waist and even a little below. Their eye-popping width totally eclipsed her trunk from an inch or so below her neck to a point just above her crotch. The C-cup bikini top was just absurdly small in relation to her bosom — it more or less hid Christy's nipples but little else; her sandwich-plate-sized areolae remained almost fully on display in spite of the miniature little top.
The next-to-invisible bikini bottom was equally unsuccessful in hiding Christy's stupendous charms in that area. Its scanty cut insured that her breathtakingly luscious ass cheeks were in complete view. Just as arousing, the skimpy swimming suit bottom managed to cover up only one pussy lip at a time. The other was fully on display. Jesus!
Christy walked around the suite looking for a chair in which to do the dance. She spotted a padded dining room arm chair at the head of the small table located in the dining alcove. "This is just perfect." she said. "It's got tubular arms but there's no front supports — I'll be able to sit on your lap but hold on to the arms at the same time. This will work just great."
Christy then announced the ground rules. "We're going to do this a lot differently from my Capetown routine," Christy began. "First, get nude, honey, and sit down in the chair — that's a switch right there! God! I'm going to give you such a sexy dance, my love!"
Mike had to work his swimming suit up and over what had become a raging boner. The arousing sight of Christy putting on the tiny swimming suit had been heightened by the thrill of watching her waltz across the room and back with the arm chair. Her shockingly massive mounds of tit meat had just bounced and floated with each step as she eased the chair over the thick carpeting. It was as if Christy's ultra-gigantic breasts followed some peculiar principle of mechanics of their own as they shimmed, floated, jiggled, quivered, and shook in response to even a modest movement of the body to which they were attached. Mike thought he was going to slurp jizz all over the rug as a result of staring at this gently bouncing, softly galloping twin Everests of tit meat coming his way.
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Mike was soon sitting in the chair, almost faint from lusty anticipation and sexual excitement! "Oh, baby, let's dance," Christy moaned. "Now, here's the deal," the beyond-gorgeous, ultra-buxom young girl whispered, almost out of breath with passion and lust. "You can't touch anything with your hands, so you have to keep your hands at your sides. Just hold on to the side of the chair real tight or just sit on them. Touching me with any other part of your body is OK, though — it's really OK! Sorry, baby, but I get to do all the hand-touching this time. It'll be hard on you but just be a good boy. Your time will come, don't worry!"
Mike sat down in the chair and tucked his hands under his rear — he didn't trust his ability to keep holding onto the arms of the chair when tempted by the sight of Christy's swinging breasts! His giant boner waved in the air with overwhelming sexual excitement.
The unbelievably buxom young beauty stood in front of the chair and began a slow, sensuous dance. She started running her hands up and down her sleek, amazingly curvy body; then, as best she could on account of their mind-boggling size, she tried with both hands to cup her ultra-pendulous udders one by one, making them almost fall out of her absurdly small and inadequate bikini top in the process.
What a sight she was. Christy's massive tits swung, swayed, jiggled, and bounced in front of Mike's sex-crazed eyes. Christy danced closer and closer to Mike, finally starting to rub her heartbreakingly luscious thighs against Mike's. Her hot hands were now roaming all over his body. Mike's cock was just raging with consuming desire and urgent need.
Christy now turned around and leaned back into his chest. Leaning even farther back, she put her head down on his shoulder. God! Mike could see over her shoulder and look down at her eye-popping chest. All he could see was a quivering, stupendously large mass of tit meat perched on her chest like two gigantic pancakes. Christy jammed her splayed fingers against the side of her bosom and, as best she could, squeezed her tits together and then sensuously and slowly began to move then up and down against each other. For Mike, as he looked down Christy's chest, the sight was sheer intoxication. Lord, his fingers ached with a desire to reach around her body and see his fingers disappear into the vastness of her larger-than-watermelon sized hooters. But Mike was going to play the game fair and square, so he jammed his hands even farther under his ass.
By now Christy's incredibly curvy rump was pushing into and gently gyrating against Mike's aching cock. Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier as she continued to play with her too-large-to-believe knockers.
After about ten minutes of this back-to-front lap dancing, Christy stood up and turned to face Mike. She put her hands on Mike's shoulders, and, after leaning forward, started to swing her monstrously huge tits from side to side only inches from her lover's face. Of course, their extreme size — they hung down below her waist, after all — meant that they were slapping against Mike's rock-like boner, By now, Mike was moaning with passion and his super-erect dick had again started to leak pre-cum — and heavily, at that.
~~~~~0~~~~~
Christy then looked up and gazed lovingly into Mike's eyes. While keeping her eyes drilled right into the center of Mike's irises, Christy reached back behind her back and lazily untied the bikini top. As she continued to swing her gigantic hangers of tit flesh from side to side, the tiny, C-cup top — which had never covered much more than her nipples to start with — easily worked its way off her tits and dropped to the floor.
Once the bikini top had hit the ground, Christy spread her fingers as wide as they would go and, working both hands under her right tit, lifted it with some effort up to her mouth. After drawing as much tit meat into her mouth as she could, Christy began to suck on the blood-red, super-stiff nipple. Next, she began to lick her huge, huge areola. After a minute or two of loving up her breast, she dropped the massive tit — it actually made a plopping sound as it flopped back onto her chest — and then hoisted up the left tit to her fat, swollen, meaty lips and long tongue. It too got about two minutes of sensual attention.
After finishing up with the overly large right breast, Christy eased herself onto Mike's lap face to face. She positioned herself so that her already-dripping crotch was jammed up against the full length of Mike's throbbing, utterly stiff, thirteen-inch cock. As she wiggled herself closer to her lover's body, the shaft of the super-thick, rock-hard dick became trapped up against Christy's cunt lips and rubbed strongly against her clitoris as well.
"Usually at this point I reach down and play with a guy's cock," Christy whispered. "But you're so stiff and leaky that I'm afraid I'll float your boat if I do. I'm just going to take it easy, sweetheart. I want this to be a long dance"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
With that announcement, Christy leaned down to start a deeply passionate soul kiss. Her mouth was open nearly to the breaking point as her long, wildly active tongue slipped into Mike's equally open mouth and began passionately to lick the entire inside of his oral cavity. Mike started to moan helplessly, as Christy's long tongue slipped in and out of his hot mouth. The sensation of her thrusting tongue as it fucked his mouth, and the incredibly erotic feel of her fat, super-cushioned lips as they opened and closed upon his mouth and then began grinding and slipping against his lips, were almost enough to cause a spontaneous ejaculation right on the spot. All the while, of course, Mike's twitching hands were wedged between his buttocks and the chair. It was all he could do to keep them from flying up and embracing his sweetheart.
As the kiss went on and on, spit started running out of each lover's mouth into the other's and then down each lover's chin and neck. After about five minutes of devouring Mike's face in this fashion, Christy slowly broke the kiss. Cobwebs of saliva stretched between their mouths as Christy moved her lips away from Mike's wide-open mouth.
As she started to pull away, however, Mike, who was just overcome with lust, leaned forward in the chair as his tongue urgently followed her retreating face. He was soon wildly licking her too-full, sex-swollen, fat lips and then her cheeks. Christy then began passionately to moan; she leaned back in and started licking Mike's face and lips in return.
Soon the lovers were licking each other's faces and lips like barnyard dogs — they were so impossibly hot for each other. Needless to say, the two were soon engaged in another mouth-devouring French kiss, as each lover tried to suck the other's face into his mouth.
Mike was so turned on by Christy's absurdly thick, even obese, lips. They were so meaty, so fat, so swollen, so sexy. He had rarely seen lips that fat and sensuous even on African-Americans — they were just something else. As the lovers' mouths ground and molded against each other, Mike drew Christy's fat, swollen upper lip deep into his mouth and alternatively sucked and licked it. He then ran his tongue between the huge lip and Christy's teeth, while continuing to suck on the enormous upper lip. God! He had more soft flesh in his mouth in the form of Christy's lips than he might have gotten from sucking some girls' A-cup-sized tits. Amazing! He then repeated the process with her super-fat lower lip. And as soon as he was done, Christy did the same to him. Mike couldn't imagine that two mouths could have ever worked out on each other more erotically than Mike's and Christy's were doing during this lap dance to end all lap dances.
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Christy finally, but slowly, pulled back from the second kiss. She continued gently to slide her cunt lips and clitoris against Mike's super-stiff boner. After looking lovingly into Mike's eyes, Christy leaned back toward her lover and, while hugging him, began to rotate her back and shoulders in order to rub her gigantic, super-meaty tits against Mike's hard, muscled bare chest.
It was so sexy; to Mike it felt like two massive but impossibly soft water balloons were moving around between their bodies. His hands were just itching to move up and begin mauling and squeezing Christy's monstrously huge, fleshy ultra-watermelons, but he was willing to follow the rules. Besides, the lap dance so far had been just unbelievably sexy and arousing. What did he have to complain about, except for a cock so stiff and swollen that is seemed ready to explode all over the room!
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After about ten minutes of this impossibly erotic tit rubbing, Christy leaned back a bit and began to heft one of her much too huge breasts up toward Mike's mouth. Her bosom was so massive that lifting both breasts at once was simply impossible. In fact, as usual Christy had a hard time lifting just one of the ultra-meaty tits even with both hands and her fingers splayed. But by leveraging the left tit from the bottom she managed to get the 26-pound explosion of tit flesh up and off her chest.
"Suck my tit, baby," Christy breathed, "My huge tit needs to be suckled so bad " Mike almost fainted with lust as the impossibly huge mountain of tit flesh approached his eager lips. The nipple — incredibly sex-swollen — now well over an inch long and just impossibly stiff. Her milk-chocolate-colored areola — so, huge — had to be over eight inches in diameter. As the fantastically erect nipple neared his lips, Mike frantically licked at the so-stiff appendage. God, his cock had never been harder, and he was leaking lots more pre-cum all over Christy's cunt lips. He was so hot!
As the beyond-belief hooter came closer yet, Mike opened his mouth wide enough to feel his jawbone crack. Christy eased the tip of the amazingly swollen cylinder of tit flesh into the wide-open cavity. As the base of the breast filled his mouth, Mike began to suck on the gigantic tit with enormous power — he wanted more and more of Christy's tit meat inside his mouth. He was making loud sucking and slurping noises as more and more breast flesh got pulled into his mouth. God! Christy's tit meat was actually squeaking from the friction of Mike's sucking as it got pulled into his mouth.
By now both lovers were helplessly moaning with passion. Mike started to lick Christy's tit meat from inside his mouth. The feel of the rock-like nipple against his tongue was just overwhelmingly arousing. He tongued the tit flesh up against the roof of his mouth, and then licked and pushed it upwards with his long, snaking tongue. Mike knew he had never drawn so much tit meat inside his mouth in his life. Yet Christy was so incredibly, impossibly buxom that he had not even succeeded in pulling all of her areola into his mouth. Her bosom was that huge!
Mike still wanted so much to take his hands off the side of the chair to start squeezing and kneading the beyond-enormous mammary gland he was so madly sucking and licking. But rules were rules; besides, he couldn't remember ever being so aroused — Christy definitely knew what she was doing. He'd go with the plan!
Christy had now started to rotate and push the ultra-massive udder against his mouth. A minute or so later, she gently pulled the base of the huge tit out of Mike's mouth; it escaped with a loud, wet pop.
Mike immediately found himself licking and sucking her areola and then doing the same to the flesh farther down the shaft of her outrageously massive breast. He would first lick and kiss the tit flesh Christy moved against his mouth. Then, he would pull as much of the breast meat into his mouth as possible, suck on it for a minute or two, release it, and then allow Christy to guide another portion of the mountainous tit against his out-of-control lips and hungry mouth. Mike was sure that nobody had ever had engaged in such sensual tit-loving as this.
This process continued until every inch of Christy's gigantic tit had been sucked and licked and kissed. Mike was sure that her bosom was going to be completely covered with hickeys and love marks in the morning, but no matter — what a loving they were having. A glance at her stupendously swollen bosom revealed that every inch of Christy's tit was glistening with spit from Mike's tit work.
As the passionate breast loving went on and on, Christy found herself rubbing harder and harder against Mike's cock. Soon, she began to shudder, stiffen, and shake with first one and then a lot more orgasms.
Once Mike had finished loving up her gigantic left breast, Christy slowly repeated the procedure with her massive right tit. Christy kept on humping Mike's cock; the result was almost an endless series of orgasms.
Mike was so hot from the combination of this tit-loving and the friction of Christy's cunt lips against his shaft that, as the right nipple slipped into his mouth, he suddenly shot a big clot of sperm all over Christy's pelvis and stomach. But he was so wildly in heat that the sudden splat of jizz didn't soften his prick in the slightest — his super-thick, amazingly long cock was still rock-hard and ready for more — lots more.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Once every square inch of her now-slippery breasts had been licked and sucked and kissed, Christy eased off Mike's lap, slipped down onto her knees, and whispered, "Oh, honey, this has been so sexy. And there's more to come. Lots more! The next part is definitely something we never did in Capetown. Spread your legs for me, baby."
As Christy jammed her body in between Mike's legs, her monstrously huge tits were distorted all out of shape as they pushed up against the seat of the chair. The sight was so erotic. After caressing and rubbing Mike's hard, muscular thighs for a moment, she reached up and grabbed hold of Mike's super-long, blood-red, throbbing, granite-hard cock. It took both hands because, of course, his dick was just so amazingly thick — Christy had never seen anything like it in her life.
Christy started loving up Mike's prick by showering licks and tiny kisses all over its astonishingly big, bulbous cock head. "Oh, honey," she moaned, "you're just so big, so huge!" She then started to draw the giant fuck stick into her mouth. It was really tough work. Mike's cock was so thick, and he was so unbelievably erect, that Christy had to open her mouth to the breaking point just to get it in. In addition, the fellow was so amazingly stiff that it was difficult to move his granite–like rod even an inch or two off center to lean it towards her mouth.
Moments later, however, Christy was taking eight to nine inches of cock down her throat. The clearance was really tight, however; had Mike's cock been even a tiny bit thicker, it simply would not have fit. Of course, the close quarters made the blowjob particularly sexy for Mike because Christy's mouth and tongue were pressing so hard on the jerking dick as her head rhythmically bobbed up and down on his rock-hard shaft.
When she had sucked Mike's dick earlier that weekend, Christy had usually taken in only six inches or so of cock and then simultaneously pulled up and down with both hands on the bottom six inches to seven inches of cock skin so that she could blow him and jack him off at the same time. It made things especially exciting. This time, though, she was pretty sure that Mike was on the verge of blowing his wad. Christy settled for running her hands up and down Mike's thighs and calves while she licked and sucked as much of his massive tool as she could fit in her mouth.
The overly buxom teenager was amazed at how much cock she was able to swallow this time. She was finding that after a weekend of getting used to sucking the massive love sword, it was getting easier to get it down her throat. By calming her breathing and relaxing her throat, she had been able to force the thick shaft down her throat a bit more than usual. She was nearly deep-throating her lover, Christy thought with a start. She had never done that before! With anyone!
With nine inches of cock in her mouth and in her throat, Christy suddenly realized that Mike's mushroom-shaped cock head was almost at her gag reflex point. She was going to be able to swallow the whole fucking thing with only a little more effort! The only problem, she feared, was that the extreme thickness of Mike's horse-sized cock might actually make the massive love muscle get stuck in her throat ... or keep her from breathing. Oh well, she decided, let's do those last four inches and find out.
Christy went up and down on the iron-hard shaft a couple more times just to get a rhythm going. Mike was passionately moaning at nearly the top of his lungs; his cock had never gone this far down a girl's throat ever. Then, the impossibly buxom kid took a deep breath, relaxed her throat, and purposely gulped as she felt the massive cock head bump past the back of her throat.
For a second, Christy experienced a wave of panic. Mike's cock was so thick that it felt as if it had gotten wedged in her throat! Instead of pulling back — as her reflexes were demanding — she forced the massive hunk of fuck meat further down her throat. With a little effort, she found that she could jam it down the rest of the way. Down it went! All the way down! She had swallowed all thirteen inches! In no time flat, Christy's obese lips had flared out against the base of Mike's cock. She had gone down as far as it was possible to go. And her lover's cock? Its tip was somewhere down around her stomach, she guessed.
The feel of Christy's hot mouth, velvet tongue, and super-thick, bulbous lips had been nearly enough to take Mike over the top even when his hot teenage lover had taken in only eight or nine inches of cock. In fact, the added factor of the slurping, sucking sounds created by Christy's wild cock sucking threatened to do just that. The sexy, whimpering sounds that emanated from deep in her throat as she bobbed up and down on the giant cock only heightened the excitement.
But when she managed to swallow the whole piece of meat, Mike thought he was going to faint from passion. He never expected to get deep-throated in his life; his cock was simply too long and too thick. But now a mere kid, a teenager who was who knew how old really, was taking the whole thing down her throat. Amazing!
Christy had the rhythm going perfectly now. She was able to pull out so that her ultra-fat lips were wrapped momentarily around Mike's giant cock head, and then go down, gulping at mid-journey, so that a second or so later the entire slab of pork was inside her mouth and down her throat. After a little practice, she discovered that she could slide her tongue up and down the shaft at the same time just to increase the excitement. What a blow job Mike was getting!
As she sucked and sucked, Christy suddenly felt Mike's cock, already amazingly stiff and hard to begin with, start to get even harder; it was turning almost into steel. Shit! Her man was about to blow lunch. Christy hurriedly pulled off with a loud "pop," only to notice the thick-as-a-wrist prick start to wag and jerk. A small clot of creamy jism even slurped out of his cock head and started to run down his throbbing, quivering shaft. But that was all — Christy had pulled off just in time. She definitely did not want Mike to come yet — here were a lot more thrills to come before that event was scheduled to take place!
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"Oh, baby," Mike moaned, "I have never come so close to teetering on the edge of a cum but not actually going over. That was really something. Honey, how is it even possible to deep throat me like that? Where did you learn how to do that? How on earth could you get it to fit? Jesus! You didn't even choke or gag! Amazing. Hell, it's more than amazing — it's a miracle!"
Christy smiled lovingly at her man. "I don't really know how I did it," she responded. "And nobody taught me — I was simply making it up as I was going along. Sometimes, I think that if you really love a guy, you just follow your instincts and good things happen... guess what ... it works! I think that's what happened this time." The impossibly buxom young kid then leaned down and passionately Frenched her lover for a minute or so.
"I'm glad you got so excited that you almost lost it," she said, "That's going to make the next part even more exciting," Christy responded with a grin. "There's nothing more thrilling than the cum you get after a bunch of almost-cums. Hang on, lover, this dance is not over. Not by a long shot!"
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The incredibly ultra-buxom, drop-dead gorgeous young girl once again stood in front of the chair and once more began slowly and sensuously to dance in front of her lover. She ran her hands up and down her sleek, amazingly curvy body and up and over the vast, almost incomprehensible expanse of tit flesh that totally hid her trunk from view.
Man! The way Christy's unbelievably massive tits swung, swayed, jiggled, and bounced as she swayed in front of her lover was enough to make Mike drool with desire. After a couple of minutes of dancing, Christy reached under her super-pendulous tits, grabbed the waistband of the tiny thong bottom that was all the clothing she had left on, and slowly worked the miniature garment over her luscious rump and then down her sleek, softly-muscled legs. As it hit the floor, Christy kicked it out of the way.
Now totally nude, Christy crawled back on to Mike's lap. She rubbed her gigantic tits against his chest, and then wrapped her lips around his face for an extended, super-sexy French kiss. Her wild tongue and fat, swollen lips made Mike even stiffer — if possible! Then, after the kiss ended, Christy pulled back, firmly grasped the arms of the chair and lifted her bottom straight up into the air. Using only her now-blood-red, swollen pussy lips as a tool, she edged Mike's cock into a straight up and down position.
"Hmmm, baby, this is going to be so great," Christy moaned. Then, after moving her body around in order to position her cunt lips directly over Mike's throbbing shaft, she suddenly dropped directly down on the astonishingly thick fuck hose. Mike could not believe it! Christy had taken the entire thirteen inches of thick, thick cock up her dripping cunt in less than a second by simply impaling herself on it!
Christy screamed with pleasure as she felt the extreme length and thickness of Mike's massive cock fill up the full volume of her vaginal channel — and then some. She was so turned on that the mushroom-shaped cock head had roared right through her cervical opening and buried itself in her womb. She started stiffening and shuddering almost instantly; the ride down Mike's dick had started a series of super-strong orgasms.
"No touching, remember," Christy breathlessly reminded Mike, "I'll do the work." She lifted herself up by pushing on the arms of the chair and started lifting herself up and then letting herself down. Of course, as she went up and down she was simultaneously fucking Mike nearly to death.
Mike was in sexual heaven. He could not believe that Christy had the strength to fuck him all by herself in this manner. But up and down she went, rising up almost to the level of Mike's cock head and then dropping down so that the full length of his dick was rammed up her totally soaked and dripping pussy and back down all the way into her uterus. Christy was so into it she found herself having a fresh orgasm on about every fifth fuck stroke.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
As the passionate love-making went on, however, Christy appeared to be straining. For one thing her arms seemed to be shaking as she moved her body (and cunt) up and down the length Mike's giant dick. For another thing, she wasn't getting up quite as high up on his dick on each fuck stroke as during the first moments of the love-making. Finally, after about thirty minutes of non-stop fucking, Christy just stopped altogether and came to rest with Mike's throbbing cock still stuffed inside her dripping, stretched-out cunt. Christy put her hands on Mike's shoulders, and said, breathlessly but lovingly, "Honey, I think I just ran out of steam. I thought I could fuck you all by myself but my arms are just dead."
Christy smiled into Mike's eyes. "What this means, precious, is that the 'no-touch' rule has just been repealed." Christy got a far-away look in her eyes. "Oh, baby, now I want you to touch me, to grope me, to hug me, to rub me, to squeeze and knead my tits — I want you to grab me all over and just fuck my eyes out, too. Oh, precious, do it now."
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Mike's hands fairly flew out from under his buttocks, where he had been faithfully sitting on them. He was so horny, so ready to grab any part of Christy's mind-boggling body he could reach. Before he was even aware of it, he was frantically and forcefully squeezing and kneading Christy's 26-pound twin treasures of tit meat. God, he had never pummeled or rubbed tit meat as hard as he was working on this over-developed pair of hooters! Shit! He was not just moaning but roaring with pent-up sexual fervor and frenzy as he pushed and pulled and squeezed and rubbed on Christy's just absolutely enormous bosom!
After about a minute or two of frantic tit-work, Mike let go of Christy's astoundingly large pair of udders and roughly pulled his sweetheart's mouth with real force against his own. God! The lovers were so hot that their wide-open mouths just slammed into each other as if magnetized. Mike's mouth passionately opened and closed on Christy's mouth; his full lips and her super-fat, swollen, meaty lips just ground, slipped, slid against, and finally molded themselves perfectly to each other with utter urgency and consuming desire. Mike's tongue wildly licked inside Christy's mouth and then tried to travel down her throat in the general direction of her tonsils.
As the frantic kiss went on and on, Mike's hands were groping just all over Christy's slim, petite, but unnaturally busty body. He was cupping and squeezing Christy's super-luscious rump; then he would run his hands up and down her slender back.
It was especially exciting as his hands roamed up and down her thighs and sides, for as soon as his hands went above Christy's waist, Mike would encounter an absolutely enormous, bulging mass of tit meat that the pressure of the lovers' bodies grinding together had made squish out far, far to either side of the incredibly buxom young beauty's trunk. It was just like toothpaste out of a tube!
After passionately sucking on her enormous, meaty lips, Mike reached down, lifted up one of Christy's beyond-massive milkers with both hands, and fairly rammed its huge tip deep into his mouth. With almost a growl and a roar, he started to munch and suck on the stupendously huge breast. Mike's long tongue slammed the tit flesh into the roof of his mouth; a second later, the tongue rubbed and licked along the bottom of the breast meat he had sucked inside his oral cavity.
As his out-of-control hands slid the tit from side to side while trying to suck more and more tit flesh into his mouth, the breast meat actually squeaked from the relentless pressure of Mike's mouth and lips. God! Mike looked something like a Tudor trencherman gnawing on a leg of mutton at a royal dinner as he sucked and swallowed the tips of Christy's massive hooters. Of course, his hands were frantically squeezing and kneading the shaft of the huge udder all the while.
"God! I think you're definitely making up for not being able to touch during the first part of this dance," Christy whispered as Mike slammed the other gargantuan breast into his mouth. Spit was running down both tits from Mike's out-of-control slobbering — the man had utterly lost it!
Mike's cock was still stuffed inside Christy's steaming, stretched out pussy. She was getting so hot and bothered from the wild, almost rough, lovemaking that she had started almost involuntarily to move up and down its amazing length and hardness. Upon feeling the movement, Mike let the giant tit drop out of his mouth and reached down with both hands to grab hold of the young beauty's ultra-curvy ass cheeks.
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Mike now began using his firm handhold on Christy's rump to move her really slim (below the waist) but also unbelievably full-figured (above the waist) body rapidly up and down on his rock-hard dick. Mike's cock was really super-thick; however, Christy's cunt was so wet and so slimy with sex juice and mucous from her own excitement that his concrete-hard cock just slid effortlessly in and out of the dripping pussy.
Both lovers were now screaming, growling, moaning, and roaring — what a wild and passionate lovemaking this was. Mike could strongly feel Christy's mammoth pillows of tit meat; they were so full and heavy against his chest.
It was such a turn-on that Mike was starting to just slam Christy up and down on his long, thick fuck stick with great force — he really hoped he wasn't hurting her but he was so hopelessly in heat that he wasn't paying sufficient attention to that aspect of their lovemaking. He could actually feel his cock head ruthlessly and repeatedly slide past her cervix into her womb as he hit bottom hard on each stroke. As she flew up and down on her lover's cock, Christy's massive tits were just flying! Mike could see them floating, rippling, galloping, and bouncing as he frantically lifted her up and brought her back down hard on his throbbing cock. Mike could even feel Christy's rock-hard nipples tracing a path across his chest during part of each up and down fuck stroke. The stupendous size of Christy's fantastically enormous bosom was just mind-boggling to Mike even this far into the week-end. How could tits that huge exist?
For her part, though, Christy's pussy was beginning to hurt a lot, even though at the same time she had gone into almost perpetual orgasm — the passionate, super-buxom young sex-pot just kept coming and coming and coming. Christy's body was ceaselessly shaking and shuddering and stiffening from her cums. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and drool was leaking out of the corner of her mouth. She truly thought he was going to faint from the passion of their lovemaking. Never had sex been anything like this for the overly buxom youngster, even if it did hurt, and hurt a lot. Was she going to be sore in the morning, though! Wow! But which a loving like this, who cares?
On each stroke Mike lifted his lover so high in the air that his cock head would almost slip out of her pussy; at the top of the stroke he would mercilessly slam her down to the very base of his prick. Each trip up and down Christy's dripping cunt felt like the administration of an electric shock. Every nerve in his penis screamed out with excitement on every stroke; Mike's cock skin was getting rubbed so very sensually by the tightness of Christy's tight, slimy, young pussy. Things were so sexy, and Mike had nearly come so many times during this lap dance anyway, that he knew he could not last much longer. He knew that as a result of being on the brink so often, this approaching orgasm was going to be just amazingly strong. Maybe the strongest ever!
The end came soon. Mike was almost paralyzed by the beginning of a fantastically thrilling orgasm. "Shit! Christ! Ugggggg! Aaaaiiiiiiiieeee!" Mike was screaming and howling at the top of his lungs. The developing climax was so incredibly, unbelievably powerful. It was right up there with, hell, maybe beyond, no definitely way beyond, the so-called "knit dress" orgasm!
"Aaaaarrrrhhhh!" Mike screamed and shouted as his body started clenching and unclenching. God! Every muscle was seized by the overpowering strength of the orgasm. Mike just helplessly shuddered and shook as these unimaginably strong and frantic thrills coursed up and down his body from his head to his toes. Mike was grunting incoherently as utterly unbelievable spasms racked his convulsing body. "Yes! Uggghh! God! Shit! Christ! Fuck! Uggg! Aarrrrggg! Nrrggghh! Naarrrgghh! Ugggghhh! Aaaarrrgg!" The fantastic intensity of his cum had reduced Mike to the level of a grunting barnyard animal!
Through the haze of his passion, Mike was puzzled to note that after about thirty seconds into the orgasm, he had yet to shoot his wad. In the past at least, even a really long cum would only last about half a minute, and he would have shot three or four clots of spunk during that time. The thrill of the orgasm was still going strong at that point — unbelievably strong! — but he had still hadn't ejaculated. Not a drop. But there was no problem; it was just that Christy's mind-boggling, ultra-buxom beauty had stretched out every aspect of the sexual timetable!
All of a sudden, then, an unimaginably urgent spray of jism came blasting out of his cock hole! What's more, the discharge went on and on and on and on; it just wouldn't stop! Mike was just rocketing a super-long, heroic rope of hot sperm up his lover's pussy. God! He had never shot so much spunk in his life! Of course, he didn't think he had ever been so sexually excited, either!
Mike suddenly realized that he wasn't even spurting cum as in a normal orgasm. To his astonishment, he was ejaculating in a steady stream! This veritable river of sperm was accompanied by thrilling electric shudders that went beyond anything Mike had ever experienced before in any orgasm. This was truly the cum of a lifetime!
To Mike's amazement, the thrilling orgasm just wouldn't stop — it was as if his glands had once again gotten stuck in overdrive! The unending shudders and thrills were occurring in tandem with this steady stream of jism.
As Christy felt herself being assaulted with this powerful yet seemingly endless blast of spunk, she went into endless orgasm herself. Soon the two lovers were simultaneously shuddering and straining from the strength of indescribably powerful orgasms. Even after more than two minutes into the orgasm. Mike was shaking and shuddering from the electric thrills of a seemingly endless cum. His balls just would not stop emptying!
As a result, the river of jizz flowed on and on. By now he had been spurting jism in a single, steady stream for over two minutes! Mike's pelvis was getting soaked with rivers of sperm that were running back out of Christy's pussy. He had shot so much jizz, and the size of his massive cock so filled up her cunt and womb in any case, that his spunk was just backing up and draining out onto his lap. In any case, the extraordinary volume of jism — God! It might have been enough to fill up a drinking glass, Mike opined — had long before filled up all the available space in the buxom youngster's womb and pussy. The river of jism that was getting hosed up Christy's reproductive system was being matched by an outflow that completely covered Mike's lap and the seat of the chair. What's more, Mike's prodigious production of sperm was forming large spreading gelatinous puddles all over the carpeting.
Finally, after an astonishing three and a half minutes, the cum at last subsided. Christy looked at him with awe. "I have never seen a guy come for so long or shoot so much sperm," she marveled. "You are really and truly a miracle man, my sweet Mike."
The lovers were still cuddling in the chair. Mike gently stroked and rubbed his buxom sweetheart, who was still whimpering and softly moaning with passion from the hot, almost violent sex. He gently pulled Christy close and began a gentle French kiss. The kiss was super-passionate but very soft; Mike was careful to be give her wide-open mouth a very gentle treatment. He also rubbed her sleek thighs and gigantic tits with smooth, gentle strokes.
As their lips softly and lovingly rubbed against each other and their tongues gently lashed and slipped in and out of each other's mouths, Christy marveled at her lover's sensitivity. Mike had gotten so excited by the lap dance that their sex, once he had been allowed to touch Christy's hot, sexy body, became kind of rough. Her cunt was actually quite sore already from the relentless pounding it had taken from Mike's truly massive cock.
Still, they had gotten carried away, and her orgasms were the strongest she had ever experienced as a result. But it was really nice of Mike to follow up the sex with such a display of gentleness and care. What a combination of raw sex and absolute sweetness Mike had displayed!
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"Honey," Christy asked, "was I hallucinating, or did you shoot your wad in a steady stream instead of in spurts that time?"
"A steady stream," Mike allowed. "I've never, just never, done that before! I guess that's what happens when a fellow gets really hot and bothered. I guess it's what happens when he makes love to a stupendously thrilling girl like you!"
"It was so exciting," the giant-breasted teenager commented. "It took me right into the strongest cum of my life. The longest ever, too!" The young kid leaned in to give her man another face-swallowing French kiss. After pulling apart, she went on. "A girlfriend once told me that she had run into a guy like that from the Congo. She said that if a guy is really, really virile and really, really turned on, he can ejaculate like that. But it hardly ever happens, she told me. According to her gynecologist, there are only a few known cases in medical history." Christy smirked. "I knew I had a guy in a million, but maybe I've got to up the ante to one in a billion! I love you, baby!"
The lovers resumed their soft, caring French kissing. As time went on, the kissing began to increase in intensity. Mike began a new assault on the huge-breasted teenager's outsized bosom. Soon slurping sounds from their increasingly out-of-control kissing filled the room.
Mike had kept his cock inside Christy's ravaged pussy. It had gotten a bit limp — though only a bit — but as the kissing, fondling, and caressing increased in fervor, he could feel himself getting stiff again. Very stiff! As the lovers' wild make-out session began to produce loud moaning and groaning, Mike realized he was as stiff as a rock.
He reached down to cup Christy's petite but perfect ass cheeks with both hands and began once again to move her up and down on his titanium-hard shaft. He moved her slowly at first but then, as he felt the still-slimy state of her cunt wall, with increasing speed. Still, he knew the buxom teen had to be awfully sore — God! how many times had they fucked this weekend? Thirty times? Forty? More than that? — so he accompanied his strokes with as much gentleness as his sex-stunned state would allow.
Christy was sore. Extremely sore! Yet she know that this was just about the last lovemaking the couple would have time to enjoy. She could take it. Besides, getting fucked by Mike was so incredibly thrilling that the pain was worth it. Was it ever! This assessment was confirmed only seconds later when the giant-titted youngster was seized by a really strong orgasm. What a lover Mike was! This might be her five-hundredth cum of the weekend. Jesus! But who's counting!
After some twenty minutes, Mike himself stiffened and began to shudder. "Fuck! I'm coming! Jesus! Ughh! Argghh! God! Narggh! Long ropes of sperm — in spurts this time, not a steady stream — looped up Christy's pain-wracked, ravaged pussy. The thrills and shudders lasted about a minute this time. That was long for a normal orgasm but short for one with this fantastically beautiful, buxom teenage girl. God! Mike was going to miss her big time!
As the two love-besotted bodies finally came to rest, Mike and Christy again sealed their love with a long but gentle French kiss. The long ropes of saliva that stretched between their mouths as they pulled apart revealed the intensity of their passion.
"What a lap dance!" Mike marveled. "Hell, what a weekend! I've never had a time with any girl like this — just never! I've only known you for a couple of days, baby, but do you know what? I love you, honey!"
"I really gone over you, too, Mike," the buxom kid replied. "We've just got to keep in touch." She leaned down and gave her lover a soft, sweet kiss. "I hope that lap dance showed you how much I care."
"I've certainly never had a lap dance like that," Mike responded. "You know, I was in Philadelphia once on business, and the local guys took me to a topless joint in South Philly called Cheerleaders; they offered topless lap dances in a back room. It was hands-on — you could grope and even suck on the girl's breasts. It was great — I bought a drink for a really gorgeous girl who measured 34F-22-35. I took her into the back for what ended up being ten $20.00 dances ... I thought I died and gone to heaven." He gave Christy a squeeze. "Before today, that was by one and only lap dance. But it was nothing like this, baby ... this was the most fantastic sex of my life ... and with a girl I care about so much! I'm so glad we set aside time to do it."
"Me, too," Christy whispered. "Really, this whole weekend has been special. Please say you'll come to Capetown!"
"Next month — I'll be there," Mike promised. "For sure! But now we'd better hurry to get you there. Your plane leaves in less than three hours!"
CHAPTER TWENTY
Christy hurriedly showered; Mike kept his distance from the bathroom, for if he had gotten into the shower stall with her, they would have missed the plane for sure — probably by a couple of hours!
For her flight back to Capetown, Christy had put on a very baggy pair of jeans along with an even baggier sweater. The outfit was topped with a cardigan sweater for further camouflage. She also wore a pair of sun glasses with enormous, face-covering lenses. Once dressed in this fashion, a passer-by might certainly suspect that Christy was really, really buxom — there was a limit, after all, to what could be hidden by mere clothes — but the phenomenal extent of her curves were pretty well disguised by the loose clothing. The over-sized sun glasses helped to hide the fact that Christy had an incredibly beautiful, utterly drop-dead gorgeous, face. "I really get hassled and hit on and followed by guys all the time on the street and in stores when I don't dress like this and wear my sun glasses," Christy noted. "And even sometimes when I do. I guess that's the down side of having a 32Z-18-31 figure!"
"It's really the down side of being the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," Mike said, "in every respect. You're just so special and wonderful, Christy — inside and out. And I can't wait to see more of you in Capetown in a few weeks," he added.
The lovers sealed that loving thought with a passionate hug and a lingering French kiss just before they left to run to the car.
~~~~~0~~~~~
The lovers were soon rolling along the Southern State Parkway on their way to JFK Airport. Christy had snuggled up close to Mike; she was enjoying the quiet conversation that was marking their last hour together.
"Christy, this time with you has been so special," Mike said. "I never dreamed when I asked my associate Tom Holmes to get me a really buxom date that things were going to turn out like this. Being with you has meant so much more than I ever could have imagined — even in my wildest dreams. Wet or dry."
"Me, too," Christy giggled. "This really has been a whole lot more than just a 'date.'"
"I will say this, though," Mike added. "Tom sure delivered me my dream girl. And he especially came through on the buxom part of the order — honey, I can't imagine anyone on earth with a bigger bosom than yours!"
Christy smiled. "Oh, I'm sure there must be lots of bigger bosoms in the world. It's true, though, that among people in the adult entertainment business, I don't know of many girls bigger than me. There's a white American girl named Melodie who sells videos and who has unbelievably enormous breasts — just huge — and then there's a black woman over here named Norma Stitz — she's really got a fantastically gigantic bosom — just beyond belief, really. I've seen them both on cable TV talk shows. I think both of them might be at least a little bigger than I am. Then, there's a newcomer named Chelsea Charms. She's augmented — God! is she augmented! But her breasts are nowhere as big as mine, really."
"I've seen videos of both Melodie and Norma," Mike responded, "and they both sure are huge — really huge. But actually, I'm sure your breasts are definitely bigger than theirs. The thing is, though, they both weigh about twice what you weigh — they're really heavy, both of them. And you're just so curvy and petite, except up top where it really counts. And your breasts are so much firmer and more shapely than either Melodie's or Norma's.
"I've seen videos of Chelsea too," he added." Her bosom is a whole lot more shapely than Melodie or Norma's — of course, it should be seeing as it was made to order! Still, even Chelsea's tits are a lot smaller and less shapely than yours. It's no contest, sweetheart," Mike concluded, "under either a weight-to-bosom ratio or the size-to-firmness-and-shapeliness test, you're the winner." Mike leaned over to give the young kid's denim-clad knee a loving squeeze.
"I want to say, sweetheart, that as much as I was turned on by your bosom, our sex would have been just sizzling even if your measurements were 32A-18-31 You're just so beautiful and shapely in every way — and wonderful, too," Mike added. "I was blown away by your body when I first saw you; but now I'm really stuck on the Christy that's inside as well. Thanks for being so sweet and precious, sweetheart."
"Thanks yourself, Mike," Christy warmly responded. "I feel just the same way about you." She gave her lover a long hug and squeeze in return.
The lovers rode along in a comfortable silence, holding hands and just thinking about each other. "What are you going to do when you get back to Capetown," Mike asked a few miles down the road. "Do you have some career plans for that fantastically sexy, beautiful body and face of yours?"
"Well," Christy began after some thought, "I've been talking to an agent back home; he's putting me in touch with some people in the US and the UK. We're thinking about some skin mag layouts — my agent is going to have a portfolio made up when I get back, and then for starters we're going to send copies to Score and Juggs and Gent — they're American big bust magazines," she explained to Mike, who needed no such explanation!
"They'll snap up photos of you in a second, believe me." Mike quickly observed. "Have you thought about videos?"
"You bet," Christy answered. "And a fan club, too, so I can keep the profits. And then there's the whole area of hard-core films. My agent tells me that a couple of outfits, H&S Sales and DD Productions, would love to sign me up for those."
"You better believe it," Mike agreed. "Any XXX film featuring you making love would be an instant best seller, for sure."
"The thing is, though," Christy mused, "the girls just don't make that much money doing hard-core stuff. Maybe $500 to $1,000 dollars per film, tops, for the big names — less for beginners. I'm up to between $5,000 and $10,000 per date now, so I might be better off just doing that instead of hard-core films. One thought I had was to set up a website like the one started by a woman named Chessie Moore, a big-tit model from Florida. She sells regular professional videos along with subscriptions to her web page, but then offers to make hard-core films with guys who willing to pay for a shooting. Of course, it's all just a cover for a 'date,' 'cause if the guy is nervous they can just have a 'rehearsal' with no cameraman around at all. She charges $400-plus for each filming or 'rehearsal.' I'd charge a lot more than that, of course, 'cause I'm much younger and more buxom than her, but something like that might be the way to go. Kind of like combining videos and dates," Christy concluded.
"It sounds to me like you've put a lot of thought into this," Mike commented. "You're turning into a real business woman! Of course, you're a really brainy kid to start with, so that's no surprise! Believe me, baby, with plans like that you're going to be a household name real soon — that's for sure."
Christy grinned and said, "Right this minute I'm concentrating on being a name in your household, precious. I don't want you to forget me."
The lovers rode in comfortable silence for a few miles. "I'm really looking forward to seeing you in Capetown," Christy said. "We should make it soon, though. Not just because I can't wait to see you, though that's certainly true." The way too buxom teenager leaned into her man and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "The other reason is because I've decided I'm simply going to have to leave the country before long."
"Really!" Mike exclaimed. "Why?"
"Well, apartheid and all was awful," Christy observed, "but in a lot of ways things are getting worse — at least for coloureds. Crime is just exploding. Life is really dangerous now. Plus, the natives hate the coloured, even though we both have African blood, nearly as much as they do the whites. They figure we're in cahoots on account of the special privileges we got when the whites were in control. Now, they're looking to get even. In a lot of ways, we coloured were better off under apartheid."
"God!" Mike exclaimed, "I had thought things were getting better."
"In some ways, yes," Christy allowed, "but in most ways, no. Things are really falling apart. In my opinion, South Africa is a Sierra Leone in the making. It's just going to take a while to get there. I think I'll leave before it does. It's just a matter of deciding between the UK, Canada, and the US, and seeing which country will have me. I've talked to an emigration lawyer, and he thinks I have a good shot at getting into any of them."
"Good luck," Mike murmured sympathetically, "and if I can help...."
"Thanks, sweetie," the gorgeous teenager replied. "We've got each other's addresses and phone numbers, so if I do have a problem, I'll call." The overly buxom youngster then arched her back so that her monstrous breasts jutted through the heavy material of her sweatshirt. "I absolutely don't want you to forget our weekend in Capetown. In fact," Christy whispered, "I want to give you something to hold you until we get together again next month."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Christy scooted way down in the seat and started to pull down Mike's zipper. "Just keep your eyes on the road, honey," she giggled. "I'll take care of the rest" She soon had Mike's thick, thirteen-inch monster cradled in her hands.
"Awwww, Mr Johnson here is a little limp," she observed. "Hmmm ... too much playing around this weekend, poor little guy?" Christy leaned further down and started to lick and suck Mike's really huge, bulbous cock head. A few seconds of this attention failed to arouse Mike's cock to any appreciable degree, however.
"I think we have to up the ante here," Christy announced. She reached behind her back and undid the ten claps to her mammoth 32Z bra. She then worked one of her gigantic pillows of tit meat out of its cup and put her face back down near Mike's lap. "Grab hold of some tit," Christy breathed, "squeeze my breast, honey, rub it and knead it. Especially rub my nipple, baby — it's getting really stiff just thinking about your giant cock."
The added prospect of pressing his fingers deep into the vastness of Christy's mammoth tit meat was starting to noticeably stiffen Mike's dick. Christy wrapped both hands around its base and, after opening her mouth to nearly the breaking point, started to go down on the rapidly growing shaft. She soon was taking in six inches of cock; the hands circled around Mike's shaft were busily jacking off the bottom seven inches of the now fully engorged putz.
Mike was in utter heaven. Christy had positioned her tongue so that it rode up and down his dick with each bob of her head. Her tongue was so velvety, and her lips were so massively swollen and succulent. What a cocksucking Mike was getting. He was already rock-hard.
Mike had already reached under Christy's baggy sweater; he found a giant tit resting on, and flattened up against, the car seat. He started squeezing and kneading the areola and rubbing his palm against the super-erect nipple. Christy started to moan as she bobbed up and down on Mike's iron-like rod.
As he could feel himself getting closer and closer to a cum, Mike squeezed and rubbed Christy's phenomenally huge breast with even greater passion. The nerves in his concrete-like prick were just exploding as Christy's hot mouth, swollen lips, and soft tongue mercilessly caressed and assaulted his cock skin. By now he was moaning and growling — God! it was getting hard to keep the car in the proper lane.
The hot-blooded teenager then upped the ante some more — a lot more. She took a deep breath, calmed her breath, and in a motion punctuated by a huge "gulp," deep-throated her lover's gigantic shaft. Within the wink of an eyes, all thirteen inches of her lover's horse cock were stuffed down her gullet. The closeness of the quarters in her throat made the massaging action of the blow job even more thrilling. Mike was in Heaven! The ultra-buxom teenage beauty repeated the thrilling act again and again. Christy was taking in all thirteen inches of cock on each trip down Mike's throbbing shaft. The way her nose was getting badly tickled by Mike's pubic hairs was evidence of her success in the venture!
After a few dozen trips up and down Mike's massive love pole, the giant dick suddenly moved even beyond mere hardness — it had turned into something more like granite. "Oh, baby, I'm, I'm, I'm, COMING! OH, YES! YES!" he screamed. Mike began to shudder and shake and tense as another unimaginably strong orgasm started to rack his body. "OH, OH, OH, UGGGGGGHHH!" he shouted as a long, hot, sticky rope of spunk shot into Christy's waiting mouth.
The strength and volume of the blast seemed to rock Christy a little; but she knew her man and so kept on sucking without missing a beat. Seconds later another splat of jism rocketed into her mouth and then another and then another! Mike had lost count of the number of orgasms he had enjoyed this weekend, but Christy's giant bosom and her expert mouth, tongue, lips, and now her throat had easily produced yet another monumental cum.
The angry blast of a horn from a nearby car put the damper on this orgasm — Jack was so distracted by passion that he had drifted into the next lane. He swerved back over the line with a jerk and just avoided a side-to-side collision. As the shock passed over his body, Mike could feel the cum involuntarily start to subside — nothing like a near collision to bring an orgasm to a screeching halt — so that was about it for this cum. Still, it had lasted about 45 seconds, which would have been a record for Mike before this weekend with Christy. Now, it barely made the list at all! It sure had been powerful while it lasted, though!
Christy came up off of Mike's still-jerking cock. "Was that close?" she asked with concern. "It sounded close," she added.
"It was very close," Mike answered, "but we're OK." Mike continued to fondle and squeeze Christy's stupendously huge breast as he drove along the highway.
Mike looked over at his lover. Her lips, face, and chin were completely covered with clots of his creamy white jism; he had really shot a huge load this time. "Want a Kleenex, precious?" he asked.
"Nope," she replied. "I want your sperm in my mouth and in my belly so I can think about you on the plane and even when I get back to Capetown. Christy scraped clots of the still-warm spunk off her chin and face with her fingers, scraped them into her mouth, licked her fingers, and then swallowed the creamy while love goo. "Honey, it's so salty and warm and, besides ... it's you."
As she continued to lick her lips, Christy reached under her sweater to work her fantastically huge breast back into its giant Z-size cup; then, she reached behind to re-hook the ten-clasp bra. As she arched her back and thrust her gargantuan bosom in the direction of the windshield in order to redo the hooks, Mike noticed the guy in the car next to them start to go bug-eyed and suddenly veer in the direction of their car. After a blast of Mike's horn and a squeal of tires, everybody was back in sync. Another close call. Mike could hardly blame the guy, though — he was sure the fellow had never before seen a sight quite like Christy thrusting her giant breasts in the general direction of the dashboard like that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Mike and Christy had to make a run for the plane. Mike turned the car over to the valet parking man and the couple dashed for the South African Airlines gate. "I think we'll have time for one good-by kiss," Mike announced as the lovers hurried down the concourse to her plane.
Christy's single piece of luggage was luckily a carry-on. They got the gate with about ten minutes to spare — rather a close call for an international flight. Christy rummaged in her purse for her ticket and passport; within a couple of minutes she had her boarding pass in hand.
There was indeed time for just one farewell hug and kiss. Mike intended to make it a memorable one. As they stood by the gate holding hands, their bodies jammed together, Christy took off her sun glasses and eagerly moved into Mike's welcoming arms for their good-by kiss. The lovers were passionately hugging and kissing in an instant; within seconds, they were unashamedly grinding their hot, wet mouths and lips against each other. Their wide-open mouths passionately opened and closed on each other's lips, and their tongues mutually and ardently searched the insides of their hot oral cavities. Christy's lips were so swollen, so puffy, so huge. Mike was getting really carried away; with a crazed, hot hand, he reached down and around and began to squeeze Christy's luscious rump through the rough fabric of her jeans.
Then, because he figured they were sort of hidden out of sight in the corner next to the gate, Mike thought "What the hell," and slipped a hungry hand inside the loose waistband of Christy's baggy jeans. He was soon frantically cupping and squeezing one of Christy's beyond-curvy ass cheeks. About thirty seconds later, he slipped the out-of-control, roaming hand inside his lover's cotton panties to passionately cup and squeeze her hot, bare rump. And then the other one. By now both lovers were starting to softly moan and the level of mouth-sucking and lip-grinding had increased markedly. The way Christy was jamming and then rubbing her mega-tits into his chest was notably increasing the intensity level as well!
The torrid embrace, frantic grope, and face-swallowing kiss went on and on. After about four minutes of this super-hot goodbye, Mike heard the SAA gate attendant loudly clear his throat — it was now definitely time to for Christy to get on board. Or perhaps they had crossed the line and broken some local indecency law. Whatever!
The lovers slowly untangled their bodies and mouths and finally disengaged. Christy looked up and gazed longingly into Mike's eyes for a long, loving moment. As she turned to enter the walkway to the plane, Christy said softly, "I'm just crazy about you, honey; please try to move up the timing of your trip to see me. I need to be with you again so bad. I love you, baby. I can't wait!"
~~~~~0~~~~~
As he turned to leave the gate area, Mike noticed several of the people who had likewise been saying goodbye to departing passengers giving him very dirty looks. "What is their problem?" Mike thought, a bit puzzled.
Of course, upon a moment's reflection, Mike knew exactly what the problem was. He was a 35 year-old white male, although on account of the great shape he was in he could easily pass for 29 or 30. Christy, on the other hand, although actually eighteen (well, so she says!), looked to be no more than a thirteen year-old black child.
To make matters worse, because Christy's baggy clothes effectively disguised her unquestionably adult curves, people had only the evidence of her astonishingly beautiful but undeniable baby face features to go by. And on that evidence, Christy was thirteen years old tops! The dirty looks, in short, were accusing Mike of being some sort of a disgusting pervert or child molester or pedophile!
"Well, fuck that noise," Mike bravely announced to himself. "She is eighteen — an adult for Christ's sake — besides [conveniently ignoring the fact that Christy's bosom was effectively hidden by her really baggy sweatshirt], who ever saw a pair of lungs like that on an thirteen-year old child? And she was obviously really into our good-bye kiss. Why don't those assholes mind their own business!" As he left the terminal, Mike had another thought. "I can guarantee that no thirteen year-old could ever know how to make love like Christy, and no thirteen year-old ever had legs and an ass like Christy's."
Then he abruptly stopped and asked himself: Why was he even playing this game? He had no need to justify himself to these people. Christy was legal and she was his passionate love partner — that's all that mattered. And even if she had shaded the truth a bit on her age, she was still very mature and extremely well developed for whatever age she was. "Fuck 'em!" he concluded.
To cool down, Mike went back to thinking about Christy and their weekend together. His cock, already aroused by the surpassingly hot and humid goodbye hug and kiss enjoyed by the lovers, began to stir even more at the sudden flood of these erotic memories. The realization that within weeks he would again be squeezing and rubbing Christy's beyond-belief, gigantic super-pillows of tit meat, and then blasting hot ropes of sperm at her ovaries, kicked in to give Mike the beginnings of a real serious boner. Mike needed to get into his car right away or he was going to be getting some justified dirty looks from the public on account of an obvious and gigantic bulge in his pants!
~~~~~0~~~~~
Mike had left all his clothes back at the corporate retreat on the Island. As he drove back out the Parkway to pick them up, his mind continue to reel with the memories of the fantastic time he had just spent with Christy. He drove along in almost a dream-like state — after a couple of angry honks from other drivers, Mike just slipped into the far right lane and poked along at about ten miles under the limit. He was in no condition to handle the usual ten-miles-over-the-speed-limit pace that characterized his everyday driving on this road. In his mind, his fingers kept disappearing into the vastness of Christy's monstrously huge tits, his mouth and tongue, generously cushioned by Christy's almost obese, swollen lips, kept feasting on her wide open mouth as his tongue slipped in and out of her hot face, and his monster of a cock kept sliding effortlessly in and out of her slick, slimy, stretched-out pussy. God! Mike's cock was now so re-engorged and raging that he was afraid he was going to have to pull off the road to pull his pud for some auto-relief lest he slurp jism all over his pants while driving down the road. He was as horny as if he had not had an orgasm in months! What an effect even the memory of time spent with Christy could have on a guy's libido.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
By the time Mike got back to the estate, all the guests (male and female) had left. Only Tom Holmes was left to make sure the place got cleaned up. The minute Mike walked through the front door his nostrils were assaulted by a strong feral smell that announced to the world that a whole lot of fucking and sucking had just taken place inside these precincts.
"Wow!" Mike marveled, "this place smells like a whore house."
"Well," Tom laughed, "that's exactly what it was — for the weekend, at least. You should check out the upholstery and carpeting, Mike. It's just coated with cum stains. Just everywhere! It's going to cost thousands to get this place back in shape." Tom grimaced at the thought. "But who cares. It was worth it. Besides, it shows that a good time was had by all."
"Speaking of which," Mike said, "that was some babe you picked out for yourself. What a body! And her face was just totally, almost unbelievably, gorgeous. What an amazing set of tits she had, too!"
"Alma!" Tom said with a wide grin on his face, the name lovingly tripping off his tongue. "She was something, wasn't she? And in bed, oh my friend, she gave a new meaning to the phrase 'girlfriend sex.' I've never had such hot sex, such wild loving, in my life! We're spending next weekend together in Mexico City on my nickel. She's a $1,000 a night escort there but because we got along so well, I'm getting a discount. A steep one. I can't wait." Tom got a dreamy look on his face. "And that girl from Ghana. What a tit-lover's dream she was. I can't remember her name — it was some long unpronounceable tribal thing — but I sure remember her tits!"
Tom then gave Mike an appraising look. "But you, you dog, you sure had the pick of the litter! I have never seen anything like Christy in my life! I had never imagined that anyone like Christy could even exist! Buddy boy, she had legs, an ass, and a face that are just world-class — I've never seen anyone more curvaceous and beautiful — what a world-class piece of ass she is. That face especially — she was just beyond beautiful but her face looked as if she was barely a teenager — if that. Man! One look at her face alone would be enough to pop a fellow's cap. She must be the sexiest piece of ass on Earth!"
"Speaking of which," Mike interjected, "do we really know she's eighteen?"
"Definitely," Tom assured his friend. "She actually didn't have a birth certificate — apparently she was born at home and they never got one issued. She did show us a South African driver's license, though, and that that's what it said — eighteen! So we figured, OK."
"Jesus!" Mike thought to himself. No birth certificate? A South African driver's license? Lordy! Whatever faith he had had in the youngster's age was now down the drain. Totally! If she were a day over sixteen he'd trade in his health club membership for an AARP card! In fact, if screening Christy was an example of Tom's business acumen in his Vanguard days, he was going to have to keep an eye on the fellow when they got back to the office on Monday!
"Um ... this driver's license," Mike continued, "did the picture on it look like Christy?"
"Well," Tim responded after a moment's thought. "That's hard to say. You know how nobody looks like their driver's license picture anyway. It could have been her, though. It probably was."
Jesus!
"Did the license have her name on it ... like, did it say Christy?"
"Umm ... naw, it was some Dutch-sounding name. I figured Christy was just her professional name, or something, though."
Jesus!
"How about her passport? Did you look at that?"
"Dang," Tom exclaimed. "I clean forgot about her passport. That would have been the perfect way to check her age, wouldn't it?"
Jesus!
Well, there was absolutely no doubt whatever in Mike's mind. Christy was no more eighteen than he was. I bet the buxom youngster couldn't believe what a push-over old Tom was for her single piece of phony ID! He chuckled ruefully at the thought.
Still, he decided on the spot, sixteen is legal in most places. Maybe she was at least that. He couldn't imagine South Africa having stricter laws than sixteen. Maybe they were lower. After all, she had been lap dancing and even escorting at an even younger age. Besides, the prospect of making love again to a beyond-beautiful, ultra curvy, stupendously buxom kid like Christy was worth taking a chance for. How old are you, kid? Fourteen? Fifteen? Sixteen? Who cares?
Thirteen, though? Mike paused for a moment and cogitated. Even thirteen would be OK, he quickly decided. With a body and face and lovemaking skills like Christy's, who cares about any age? He just had to have her — no matter what! Capetown here I come ... and cum!
Tom then interrupted his reverie. "I will admit she looked a whole lot younger though," the fellow conceded. "But her face and legs and butt just screamed, 'I'm at least eighteen!'" Tom got a dreamy look on his face as he recalled Christy's incomprehensible physical attributes.
Tom then got a bit petulant. "I don't see why you're getting so inquisitive on the subject anyway" he snapped. "After all, the weekend is over, it was fantastic, and Christy is somewhere over the Atlantic. I guess I could have been a little more careful but who the fuck cares? I had a lot of girls to check out, and I did the best I could. Unless, " Tom's face suddenly adopted a crafty mien, "you are planning to see her again and you're worried about her being jail bait! Is that it?"
"Hey, hey, hey," Mike interjected. "Simmer down. You did fine. I was just curious, that's all. The bottom line is that I'm eternally grateful for your efforts in matching us up. It was the date of a lifetime. I appreciate it. Really!"
Tom seemed to accept the apology at face value. But what a doofus the guy was! No guy that dense was going to survive the one-year anniversary of the merger. Tom, Mike noted in his mental notebook, was slated to become history!
"No apology needed," Tom announced. "But back to this weekend, I gotta say that one look at Christy's tits makes all those other girls' goodies pale into insignificance. I happened to be looking when she came through that door into the bar Friday night. I almost fell off the couch. How could tits be that huge and that firm? I was sure she was wearing some specially-made breast prostheses like they use in those stupid foam-rubber porn flicks with the Fulsom sisters and other phonies like that. But one look later on at the way you were mauling and pummeling those beauties told me they were for real. No foam rubber could stand up to the punishment you were giving to her tits."
"Yep," Mike said. "They definitely are for real."
"It's not just that Christy was so built and beautiful," Tom went on, "but I've never seen a man and a woman so passionately involved with each other. You two were hotter than a honeymoon couple. Man! You guys took girlfriend sex to a higher level — you two were hotter than a firecracker!"
"Well," Mike smiled, "it sure was a lot hotter than my honeymoon, no doubt about that."
"By the way," Tom added, "I overheard some local guys talking at the hardware store when I was buying trash bags for the cleanup. They were discussing some incomprehensibly gorgeous girl they had seen at some ritzy restaurant in town Saturday night. It seems she had just about the biggest knockers on earth; plus she was so amazingly curvy and beautiful. She was just a tiny little thing, too, they said. She was wearing a tiny, tight knit dress that almost made him cream in his pants, one guy admitted. Then the fellows all laughed and said their wives had all gotten the fucking of their lives that night, though it certainly wasn't their old ladies these guys were visualizing while they were pumping away. On account of the age difference, the way she looked, and the way she was dressed and coming on to her date and all, they thought she might be some sort of the top-of-the-line escort. They were going to ask around to try and find out who this fantastic babe was, to see if maybe she was available."
Tom paused a moment for dramatic effect. "Any idea what all that could have been about?" he asked Mike with a leering smile.
Mike chuckled. "Haven't the slightest," he laughed. "She sounds awfully desirable, though."
"So tell me," Tom concluded, "was that dinner date and this weekend hot enough so that you two are going to get together again?"
No way was Mike going to get into that subject. He just smiled. "Anything's possible," he said disarmingly.
"Well, if it were me I'd have her lined up for the next three weekends just for starters," Tom said. "But it's up to you, my friend."
~~~~~0~~~~~
Tom and Mike took about an hour more to get the place ready for the company cleaning crew. Helping the fellow out was the least he could do to show his appreciation for the fellow's above and beyond efforts to hook him up with the most beautiful and buxom young girl a man's mind could imagine.
The point of the cleanup, of course, was to remove all evidence that a massive sex orgy had taken place on the premises. Once the abandoned underwear and other suspicious items had been stuffed into Hefty-bags that Tom was going to personally deliver to the dump, the rest of the trash and dirt could be cleaned up without embarrassing questions being raised (and rumors being spread), by the Hooper custodial staff. If only the stains didn't look so suspicious!
"I think we're done," Tom announced as he locked the front door, the last of the trash bags in hand.
"That we are," Mike agreed. Now, it's time to go back to the City to start working on our new Opportunities Study Committee report."
"What on earth is that all about?" Tom asked, a look of confusion on his face.
"Why, it's a study group charged with looking for a new merger partner — what else?"
"But we just finished signing off on a huge merger; why start looking right away for a new one. We need to implement and fully incorporate this one first! What did they teach you in that Wharton M.B.A. program, anyway?"
Mike smiled. "Think about it, Tom. The last merger we had led to hot weekend in bed with Christy and Alma. If that's what mergers are all about, I don't think we could have another merger soon enough, do you?"
Tom paused in thought for a second. The guy's mental gears definitely did not shift very quickly. The light, however, finally went on. Hello! He immediately got a big, shit-eating grin on his face. "Right you are, Mike," he agreed. A new merger. That is just what we need. And soon, too. Let's get on it first thing Monday morning. Time, my friend, is definitely a-wasting!"
The End
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