Kat: the Beginning

To preface this story, my parents divorced when I was young and my dad (who I was living with) remarried when I was sixteen.

Welcome Kat. I met her a few months before her fourteenth birthday and my world was instantly alighted. Sexy brown hair, green eyes, 5�4�, with two perky mounds jutting out from her chest. Emphasis on mounds. Long story short, I had just been blessed with a busty brunette for a stepsister, three years younger than I was.

I was a virgin at the time, and was obsessed with girls in that na�ve teenage way where everything about them is glorified and subtly incorrect. With Kat, I couldn�t stop thinking about her breasts. They seemed infinite. So I had to find out her breast size. Had to.

My opportunity came one day when I was home alone. I snuck into her room and after a brief search found the drawer where she kept her bras. My heart fluttered at the first sight of the bra. The cups were huge and the straps looked like they could hold up a suspension bridge. I picked up the bra, hands sweaty, and read the tag: 32DDD.

Needless to say, Kat and her breasts were the fuel for my orgasms for many weeks after that. Up until that point I thought DD was the largest cup size � like I said, na�ve. It only added to the magic that she had a gorgeous face, with those mesmerizing green eyes. But it all hadn�t started to get good yet. Not even close. Kat was at that young hormone-overload age where she was boy crazy. I was soon going to find out that my age was as tantalizing to her as her beautiful breasts were to me. After two months of living together, the relationship between us was fairly comfortable, but we mostly interacted because when you are living under the same roof, it�s hard not to. I would stare at her breasts anytime I could and never got tired of it, but I always felt paranoid, knowing that the adults would find it indecent.

When Kat slowly started asking me more questions, and looking at me with her eyes just so, lightly tapping my hands with her fingers, I started to become overwhelmed with what just might be. But I still didn�t fully comprehend the situation. The subtle flirtations continued for some time, and I was terrified. I was always tense and dismissive around her, scared that our parents were going to think I wanted her sexually, but this only increased the frequency of her flirtations. One dinner was particularly horrifying for my young self; Kat, who had always been extremely outgoing, would not stop finding ways to steer the conversation into a question about me. I was petrified of my stepmother�s gaze when I had to speak up, thinking she was seeing right through me. She herself was very well-endowed, but by my approximations Kat had already caught up to her at just thirteen years of age. Kat insisted on touching my hand as she posed her questions, making me close up even more. Finally, with dinner done, my dad and stepmom left the table, leaving me alone with Kat. She was wearing tight denim shorts and a plain white shirt that was impossibly stretched over her chest. The shirt fit her very loose around the waist as most of its material was being pulled upwards. I hesitated before getting up, and that gave my coy little stepsister just enough time to throw in one more tease. She leaned over from her seat next to me, and then twisted her body slightly towards me. This was enough to let her massive left breast rest against my shoulder. It was the first time I had really felt a female breast. I felt myself start to get hard almost immediately. She paused for a bit, and then leaned slowly, squishing her pillowy boob against me, which gave me a small feel for how much her breast weighed. More blood flooded into my dick, and I could feel it at half-mast, pushing against my jeans. I tried focusing on kitchen decorations to prevent the embarrassment of a throbbing boner, but the futility of this was laughable. Kat must have noticed the direction of my eyes shifting nervously, because she grabbed my face and turned it towards her. For a brief second, her vivid green eyes made me forget her breasts.

�You were awfully quiet today� she teased. �Kat got your tongue?�

She smiled in a way that revealed her promiscuity to me all at once, and then got up and walked away. I sat at the table for what seemed like an hour, waiting for my boner to subside. But this was a very hard task, as I couldn�t stop replaying in my mind how her colossal breasts heaved up and down underneath her shirt as she got up, and how they jiggled before she turned and walked away. From behind I could see the sides of her shirt jutting out in pace with her strides, as her boobs swayed from side to side. I blew the largest load of my life that night after an hour of masturbating to what had just happened -- and what I wished would eventually happen with my sweet busty Kat.

Shortly after that, the summer months began rolling in, bringing pool weather with them. One early afternoon, on summer break with little to do, I went for a swim in our pool. The sun was shining brightly and it was a great day � the cool water was very refreshing. I was mostly daydreaming as I paddled about, until the most breathtaking sight snapped me out of it. The glass sliding door to our backyard opened, and out emerged Kat. She was scantily clad in a bikini. It was a beautiful blue thing that blessed my eyes with her curves. Her exposed legs and flat stomach beckoned primal urges in me, and I felt fully present in that moment. And that was good, because the next thing my eyes fixated upon were Kat�s magnificent breasts. The bikini, which I had now fallen in love with, only covered a third of her cleavage. She turned sideways to close the door, temporarily exposing me to plentiful side boob. The concept of side boob had never crossed my mind before, but in those precious seconds I learned all there was to know about it.

With the door closed, she turned towards the pool and started walking. Her breasts, made circular by the bikini top, wiggled violently with every step, trying to get out of the unnatural shape they had been forced to assume. I became vaguely aware that there was no one else in the house at the time. As she drew nearer, I forced myself to look away, and pretended to preoccupy myself with something other than her. My enthusiasm for picking leaves out of the pool must have seemed sheepish. In my periphery vision I saw her get to the pool�s edge. I glanced over just in time to see her lean over and set her towel down on a chair. As she bent over her luscious hair draped over her shoulders, framing only the top of her hanging cleavage, which now looked like an immense teardrop with a cavernous rift between her tightly pressed breasts. They were so big they seemed to be pushing against each other, fighting for room. I looked away again, and began swimming to the other side of the pool, at which point I noticed my balance felt off. I had developed a massive erection.

Kat got in the pool and wasted no time swimming over to me. Panic set in as I tried to figure out how I was going to hide the fact that my swimming trunks had risen to my navel. As she drew nearer, I got desperate, and coldly told her I was in a bad mood and needed my space. She froze with her mouth slightly ajar, caught off guard, and then sadly swam back the other way. I felt bad but I couldn�t face the embarrassment.

For the next half hour, we kept our distance and said nothing to each other. But I couldn�t help stealing glances at her, feeding my erection. I swam over to the edge of the hot tub, allowing it to shield my body from her view. I leaned against the pool wall and pretended to glance out to nowhere, but from this new perspective I had a clear view of Kat and her treasures. With clever head positioning, I began to surreptitiously admire her. I could only make out the top portion of her cleavage as the rest was submerged under water. Two domes of soft and beckoning flesh, with plenty more hidden beneath. I thought of a picture of an iceberg I had seen, where seventy percent of the ice was hidden below the water. From time to time, Kat would lean against the foam tube she was holding in such a way as to expose more of her breasts. These moments made my heat race and swelled my penis. As I watched the streams of water trickle down her mounds, I began to grind my swollen dick against the pool wall. Thrusting to every heave of her breath. Every pendulum movement of her chest as she moved from one part of the pool to the other. I started losing my self-control; I started craving a climax. I thrust faster and faster, risking exposing myself with every increase in pleasure. As I grinded, Kat began to move towards the pool steps. Her perfect body emerged from the pool, creating cascades of water that bent incredibly around the curvature of her breasts, forcing me to take a deep breath and close my eyes, fighting with every last ounce of willpower to keep from exploding. I opened my eyes again and saw her toweling off. She was drying her legs off, her breasts rattling inside her top as she leaned over. I felt my dick begin to pulse rapidly�my heart beats were all I could hear. Kat stretched back up and attempted to wrap the towel around her torso. She struggled to secure the towel around the circumference of her breasts, as it slipped apart the first few tucks and folds she tried. On one of her later attempts, she tucked one side of the towel under her armpit and then used her entire forearm to cradle her breasts and push them as flat as possible. Her breasts ballooned as they flattened, stretching towards her neck and out her past her sides. With this, my load burst violently, and I pounded against the pool wall. My swimming trunks bulged as the cum escaped into them, and I lost consciousness briefly as my stomach contracted and my penis erupted. After a beautifully protracted time, the intensity of my bursts lessened. Now the pulses were faint but still pleasing, ejecting the last bits of cum with longer pauses in between. When it was all said and done, I looked up, and saw the glass door closing shut, behind it a vague but voluptuous silhouette receding into the house.

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Kat: The Beginning....continued
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That night I stayed up late, passing the time with videogames and TV. I couldn�t shake the feeling of how absent-minded I was. My afternoon orgasm, with its magnitude, should have depleted me. But my fingers tingled, and my heart palpitated with excitement. I was horny, and surprisingly, more so than I had ever been. I couldn�t explain how I remained so fixated on sexual pleasure after that much semen had come out of me. But my body felt the pangs of lust, and I couldn�t get my mind to focus on anything else. Falling asleep was out of the question in my condition. Before I knew it, I found myself in the upstairs game room, watching a crappy B-action movie, and the clock read just past 3 am. Having been alone for the past few hours, it was easy to recognize when a visitor suddenly made their way into the room.

Welcome Kat. She walked over, silhouetted by the hallway light. Outlined in this fashion, I could see how wide and far her tits stretched across her upper body. As she drew nearer, I could make out her choice of clothes: insignificantly small shorts, and a pink tank top with straps that were threatening to tear apart. Her necessarily massive bra outlined the edges of the top, a look that will never cease to exhilarate me. At this point, my lust had taken over me.

�Hey�� she said. I replied. There was a pause I remember was long.

�You�ve been acting kinda weird lately. Are you avoiding me?� she prodded. I proceeded with a half-hearted defense of my attitude towards her. It ended with me saying �you�re trying to get a rise out of me�with all the teasing.�

�Teasing? Um�.� She softly put her hand on my shoulder. My pulse quickened. She continued, eventually admitting, in the most vulnerable state I�d seen her, how she was attracted to me. Both my mind and heart skipped a beat. She had come out and said it. All her flirtations, all my fantasies, had come to this. A door of opportunity had opened, and I was paralyzed by how surreal the whole situation felt. Kat, meanwhile, was feeling insecure about what she had just said, and was talking about how she thought I was annoyed by her. She seemed stuck on this thread.

�I masturbated to you in the pool� I blurted out, not knowing what part of me authorized this statement.

I heard a soft woosh of air as Kat gasped. Her beautiful green eyes, hidden in the shadows of the dark room, looked intently at me. Her facial expressions changed quite a bit in those following moments, but to my surprise, I wasn�t perceiving them as negative. After some time, she began talking again.

�I�ve never seen�.it� she said. I sensed quickly that something was�.

She grabbed at my crotch and leaned in as she did. I could now see her gigantic globes illuminated by the TV. Between them, there seemed to be an endless chasm. Below, I felt myself awakening with vigor. I had pajama pants on, and the soft fabric had no chance of pushing back against the upwards lift of my cock. It sprung up violently. Kat made a sound as she felt it brush against her hand. She hesitated slightly, and then reached under and pulled it out. She held my member in her hand, squeezed softly, and then let go to sit back and contemplate it.

�That�s crazy� she said. This struck me as odd but I could care less. My eyes were back on her breasts, and how they were distorting her top. Sensing my gaze, she looked down and giggled at her endowments. Involuntarily, she pressed them together, trapping her cleavage between her arms and causing a swelling motion of her breasts that engorged my penis further. I reached over and grabbed her waist, noticing how utterly helpless and desperate I was in such close proximity to her breasts. After a brief pause, my hands started up her side until they ran straight into the massive underside of her boobs, jutting out in front of her. My thoughts turned off. My hands ran further up her breasts, and I had to slide myself backwards to be able to cup them comfortably.

�You want to see them?� Kat asked as she leaned back and started taking off her shirt. There were three pauses in the process where she had to readjust as the shirt got stuck around her massive breasts. When it was off, I was left staring at her bra-clad chest, the increased amount of bare skin in front of me striking me like daggers of lust. The bra was amazing. It looked a little tight, with her cleavage bulging slightly around the edges. Before I could savor the moment longer, Kat unsnapped the bra, sending her still-covered breasts into a mesmerizing free fall towards her lap. The bra now dangled over her boobs, which had gotten a few inches closer to me now that the clip was undone. She slid the straps of her shoulders. Slowly, as she breathed and her breasts heaved in and out, the bra began to slip off her tits, revealing an endless expanse of flesh I kept thinking was going to end but didn�t. Suddenly, the bra picked up speed and�the sight of her breasts, naked, for the first time, overwhelmed all my senses. Massive teardrops that protruded forward as if trying to separate themselves from her body. They were wide and the inner sides pressed against each other, even with the bra off. Her nipples were substantial enough to fling quarters off of. I began to salivate.

Kat took my hands in hers and slid them onto her breasts. I felt the base of my penis grow wider. I used both hands to grope her breasts, but could only handle one at a time. I was surprised by how heavy they were. I lifted them up and dropped them, feeling my dick throb as they shook at the bottom. Kat reached over and took my shirt off, to which I mindlessly complied. As if by instinct, I leaned back and laid flat on my back on the couch. �Smother me� I told her. She straddled me and dangled her breasts above my face. She was hardly leaning over me, but already her breasts were only a few inches away. Her ass was resting against the base of my penis, and the contact was making my nerve endings go ballistic. As she came down, my vision darkened and her breasts were now the only thing in my view. I shivered as they finally came down on top my face, and tried not to feel how her ass rubbed on my hardened shaft. Her pillows were smooth and warm, and they curved sensually around my head. I could feel her boobs pressing against my closed eyes, with an intoxicating amount of weight. At the same time, they were large enough to flow around the bottom of my chin. She began to move them side to side, the slaps against my head knocking me senseless. After a while, she placed each breast around the side of my head, and pressed firmly inwards with her hands. I felt myself being crushed into euphoria. She continued to squeeze her melons around me, and rubbed them up and down. This position now had one of her thighs against my increasingly sensitive penis. After just a few seconds, my blood rushed strongly through my bulging cock and the sensation of a powerful climax was on the horizon.

Trying to postpone the inevitable, I sat back up and pushed her slightly off me. My dick was throbbing uncontrollably. This is it � it�s happening. Just twenty minutes prior I was engulfed in naivety, but in a few moments I was going to be enlightened with experience. I averted my eyes from her climax-inducing breasts, and looked instead at her face. It was sultry and did nothing to calm me down. I focused on her shoulders in a desperate effort to calm down, and this helped if only slightly. But then the devilish Kat grasped my dick in her hand and began to stroke it gently, but haltingly in her inexperience. My shaft elongated further, threatening to burst apart if I didn�t release soon. As Kat�s hand reached the head, a steady stream of pre-cum poured out. It trickled over her fingers and clung there. I glimpsed the moment of no return. Quickly, I grabbed my voluptuous step sister by the shoulders, was barely able to utter the words �sit back�, and shoved her into the seat of the couch. My heart racing, I grabbed her giant tits and shoved my massive erection between them. It disappeared instantly and I took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling to avoid cumming at that sight. With a fleeting second wind, I began to thrust wildly into her momentous cleavage. I could feel the pre-cum lubricating the valley between her breasts. I let go of her tits and let them slide to her side. Even now, my penis was not fully visible. After several thrusts, the rush was back and I knew I was going over the edge. I struggled to grab at her enormous breasts and push them together. My cock disappeared entirely and her breasts towered nearly a foot above her chest as I clamped them together. My massively bloated erection surged with sensation and I could feel orgasmic tingles as far down as my feet. As the sensation built, I tried vainly to push the tip of my penis high enough to escape her breasts . But they were impossibly big, and the onslaught of cum began to geyser out. The world went blank as my cocked pulsed, each contraction impossibly harder than the last. The release was endless, and watching her breasts smashed together just fed the fervor. Kat cried out as the hot cum drenched her inner breasts. Gloriously, I came and came into her cleavage. Eventually, my ejaculations did subside, and I released my sweaty hold on Kat�s perfect breasts, staring into her green eyes as my body began to relax deeper than it ever had before.

Kat: My Extremely Busty Stepsister Story 2

Shortly after that first unbelievable tit fuck, Kat turned fourteen. We were both young and addicted to her tits. From this point on, we would steal away together late at night, after my dad and her mom were asleep, in the parts of the house farthest away from their room. We would make out lustfully and every session would end with me pounding her tits like there was no tomorrow. Being home alone during the day for a few hours was especially exciting. Any whisper that we may have the house to ourselves weakened my bones � I felt like I was addicted to a drug and couldn�t regain my strength and mental clarity until after I satisfied my desire to indulge shamelessly in Kat�s DDD breasts. The incredible pangs of anticipation I felt as I waited until we were left to ourselves were indescribable.

Based on how new this was to both of us, and the sheer magnitude of Kat�s breasts, these little make-out and tit-pounding sessions kept us completely satisfied for well over a year. Not to mention the jaw-dropping fact that Kat�s breasts kept growing. With each passing month, Kat�s breasts would make my dick look more and more diminutive in comparison. But it wasn�t until a couple months past her fifteenth birthday that enough time had passed for me to truly appreciate the differences. Kat had grown two inches and was now 5�6�. She had gained some muscle and a small amount of fat that left her with a woman�s body: sexy back, a perfectly rounded ass, and curvaceous legs. It was almost offensive that her body could look so good.

But Kat�s breasts weren�t ones to stay behind the rest of her body. They had ballooned to a massive GG-cup size. The breasts I had first been introduced to were now larger in every way and the enormous amount of breast tissue she had gained made them softer and more pillowy than I could have ever imagined. They were now wider as well, slightly obscuring her beautiful arms. As if reaching out to the world, they stuck out an additional two or three inches farther in front of her body. Despite how much wider and farther they reached, they remained as beautifully plump and full as they had ever been. The top of her cleavage sat high on her chest and gave way to the long, sloping, beautifully rounded curvature of her breasts. Kat had become a goddess.

It was about this point, when she was fifteen and just before I turned eighteen, that Kat may have realized how much of a goddess she was. If she could be described as a tease before, she was now shifting towards the realm of a sultry temptress. Making out and passively having her tits fucked were no longer good enough for her. She wanted to hold her sexual power over me, and have my knees collapse in lust before I was allowed access to her breasts. The first evidence of this occurred on a school night while I was studying late, cramming for a test, reading a massive history book. Close to midnight, Kat walked into the room wearing gym shorts highlighting her legs and a long sleeve V-neck sweater that was losing the battle horribly to her sumptuous GG breasts. I made a quick mental note that I could easily fit my arm between her breasts without having to spread them too far.

�Are you ready to play?� she teased. My penis began to shift slightly. I tried reading some more but couldn�t resist staring at the valley between her breasts. Her V-neck sweater was melting me into a pool of lust. I knew however, that I had to resist and finish studying. I told her as much and she let me build up a good argument for it. �OK � that�s cool� she said casually and walked out the room. I subdued my sexual urges and returned my focus to my studies. About halfway into the first paragraph, Kat rushed back into the room, grabbed my book, looked at me devilishly with her green eyes, and said �Just one more thing.� Standing upright, she slid the mammoth history book between her breasts. The top of her cleavage parted with little resistance, while the other areas of her breasts were not very much affected by the introduction of the large rectangular object. Within a second�s time, her whoppers had completely swallowed the thickest and largest book I had. I stared at her breasts and couldn�t believe what was in there � they looked exactly the same! Kat proceeded to bend over and squeeze her breasts together slightly, urging me to fish out my book. I complied eagerly, aware I had pitched a tent down below. Reaching into the canyon between her breasts, my hands searched half-heartedly for the book and focused rather on the smooth and pliable flesh they were now between. Pushing out against her breasts was met with a welcome resistance as they resiliently bounced back into place. My erection felt like it had grown large enough to have escaped my pants. Surprisingly, I couldn�t find the book, and it wasn�t until I was wrist-deep between her mounds that I was finally able to pull it out. With the search over, I looked at Kat, felt my dick rocking to the tune of my quickening pulse, and realized I could not resist her. I stood up, wrapped my arms around her, and shoved my throbbing member deep into her abdomen, feeling her mammoth breasts enveloping my torso.

�Ah, ah, ah,� Kat said with a smile and a little shake of her finger. �You have to study tonight�. With that, she pushed me off and went to bed. I was left dumbstruck, now able to understand the misery of blue balls.

After this little episode, I spent even more time around her. I now realize this only made it easier for her to torment me and make me a prisoner of her breasts. To my chagrin, she purposely titty fucked every object in the house except my dick, and when we visited a pet store, she stuffed a puppy into her giant bosom and threatened to steal it this way. Regardless, the following week found us home alone again on a Saturday afternoon, talking about how her expansive mammary growth had left many of her clothes too small. She was wearing a sunflower dress, and the amount it stretched forward in front of her suggested she wasn�t wearing a bra. On an impulse, Kat dragged me into her stepmom�s closet.

�Remember when I was a triple D?� she quizzed. �My mom�s a 34DDD�. She pulled out one of her mom�s bras, which was substantial. Thinking of her mom�s endowments, I began to feel a tingle in my penis. This tingle grew suddenly and thickened my penis, as Kat had just slipped off the straps of her dress, proving my bra-less suspicion correct as she revealed her bouncing betties. Carefully, she began putting her mom�s bra on. The straps went on with little trouble, and she then began to align the cups with her breasts. Kat�s breasts were gigantic, and the bra cups looked thin and nowhere near as substantial as they had seemed just a moment ago. They left much of Kat�s upper breasts uncovered, and even left a bit of under-boob showing. The bra clasped at the front, but Kat was too well-endowed for this last action to be completed. Kat pulled the bra cups together, stretching them repeatedly. I worried that the bra would break, but was quickly distracted by how far apart the cups remained even as Kat stretched the bra to its limits. The space in between the cups left at least half a foot of boobs that ballooned against each other, and there was no way the bra was ever going to fit. I grabbed my erection and began to stroke it rapidly. Seeing this, Kat stared at me sexually and let me indulge in the thought of climaxing to her bra-busting breasts. However, she had a sense for just when to cut me off, and after a minute of glorious stroking, she did this abruptly with her arm.

�Take me to the mall to buy a new bra� she directed. Despite the twenty minute drive to the mall, my boner did not fully subside. Luckily I was wearing heavy jeans. It proved even harder to calm down at the mall, where I quickly found out GG bras were simply not sold. Of course, Kat knew this already, and had only brought me to the mall to tease me further. Over the next two hours, we went from store to store picking out bras and tops, only to have Kat stretch them over her magnificent breasts for me in the privacy of the fitting rooms. She would put on small shirts that stretched to the point of becoming translucent, and fit only halfway down her breasts. At one point she grabbed an A cup bikini top, and the resulting sight made by erection obvious even through the thick denim I was wearing. The tiny bikini cups didn�t wrap around even one of Kat�s hefty breasts. I told her I wanted to titty fuck her then and there, and was anticipating being able to see myself fucking her breasts in the mirror, but the ice princess she had become just laughed at this. As she continued to try on undersized garments, I was resigned to rubbing my crotch. I was angry at how much she was teasing me. Nevertheless, my continued rubbing had excited me greatly, and my jean had hiked up my legs. I felt wet with pre-cum. When Kat put on a tan sweater with buttons down the middle, I was reaching the point of no return. She managed to close all the buttons, but the sweater stretched wildly around them. When the button with the most stress on it burst, I felt my boxers flooded by a warm stream of cum, as I gushed embarrassingly in my pants. Kat, you glorious little bitch.

The combination of my recent release and the slight anger I now harbored for Kat helped me avoid her cruel teases riding back. Back home, I was actually glad her mom was back. Later that evening, I found myself sitting at the kitchen table, conversing with Kat�s mom. She was wearing a top covered with a blouse which was largely unbuttoned. Her breasts were two domes that pushed the top forward, and the exposed cleavage near her neck line began to reawaken my sex drive. It was hard to believe how utterly small Kat had made her mom�s bra seem. Her mom�s DDD breasts were in front of me now though, and I was enjoying sneaking peeks at them. As if sensing my lust for another woman, Kat walked into the kitchen. While the conversation continued, Kat retreated behind her mom towards the adjoining living room. There was a wooden banister separating the rooms. Deviously, Kat lowered herself behind the banister and began to put on a show behind her mother�s back. She thrust her chest forward, stretching her dress and causing her boobs to jut forward through the wooden poles. Slowly, she kept pushing forward, eventually squeezing her giant breasts most of the way through. At this point she began to shake chest left and right, letting me see how her pliable boobs bent around the poles. Everything I now said to her mom was nonsensical. My absurdity likely weirded her out, because she started to end the conversation. Sensing this, Kat began her closing act, grasping her beautiful tits in her hands and titty fucking the hell out of the wooden poles. She was swallowing the banister whole in her cleavage and my dick was swelling with excitement. Her mom finally left, and lucky for me my boner was hidden from view. Left alone again, Kat walked over slowly and sat down next to me. She placed her hand on my boner, and satisfied, said �Good boy�.

�Your mom made me hard,� I retorted.

That night, I felt paranoid that Kat had closed her shop for good. This discouraged me so much that although I was extremely horny, I could not masturbate. It had to be real, and it had to be between Kat�s breasts. Sweating and uncomfortable, I eventually fell asleep.

I awoke some time later in the darkness of my room. I was laying on my side, and as my eyes adjusted, I began to try and decipher why I couldn�t see the poster on my wall. Eventually it sunk in: Kat was lying in bed next me, propped up on her elbow, and her giant breasts were obscuring my view. She had shaken me awake and was now eyeing me intensely.

�It was so not my mom that got you hard,� she said. I was too groggy to come up with a good response so I only made an unintelligible sound. With that, Kat turned on a dim light behind my bed, straddled me, and took off her shirt. She stretched upwards as she took off her shirt, giving me an unforgettable profile view of her elongated breasts, still trapped by her bra. I didn�t have to worry about her bra long though, as it came off as quickly as her shirt. Her enormous breasts plummeted to their full size, which never seized to amaze me. I looked down and stared excitedly at how high up my boxers were being stretched. On cue, she pulled them off me, and then lowered her face close to my rock-hard dick. I lost sight of my cock behind her luscious brown hair, and then felt something completely unexpected. My dick felt instantly wet and warm, and I thought I was cumming. I felt tickled as the moistness went up and down my shaft. She was giving me a blow job! My heart pumped harder with excitement as this new sensation overtook me, and I got impossibly harder to the thought of how assertive Kat was becoming. She continued blowing me until I started groaning, at which point she released my member and gave me a tiny break in the action. She didn�t let me rest too long before she lowered herself to me again, this time wrapping her immense breasts around my dick, sliding up and down rhythmically. This was the first time she had actively titty fucked me, rather than having me pound away at her while she lay on her back. My excitement stepped up another level. As before, she slowly worked my dick until I started groaning, and released again. She went back to sucking my cock, and this time I was able to enjoy it longer before the sensation started to overwhelm me. She switched back to titty fucking me, while my ecstasy was building madly. I felt like giving in and blowing my load but struggled intensely against this. She jackhammered her tits faster up and down my cock, and with the added momentum the tip of my dick began to peek out between her breasts. This was an extremely sexual sight, as I could see Kat�s huge breasts stretching my dick out further with every tug. My penis was at its largest length ever, and dangerously close to covering the entire room in cum. Kat continued grinding her tits on my dick, and had to readjust her gigantic melons from time to time. Seeing her do this sent the pulsing of my dick into overdrive. Kat continued to switch between sucking my cock and wrapping her tits around it until I my groans started, at which point she always let go, holding off my release as long as possible and cleverly building my endurance despite how desperately close to the brink I had come. After some time, she backed off and stretched herself back up. After allowing me the longest pause in the action so far, she proceeded to perform a glorious move in which she flattened herself and her tits around my legs and stomach, while perking her back up to lift her head. This left the head of my dick exposed over her flattened breasts, and she began to suck it. As she licked my throbbing dick and gently went up and down, she pressed her breasts together with her hands and moved them up and down as well. The combination of the titty fuck and blow job was extremely intense, and my dick began trickling with fluid. Finally succumbing to the euphoria I was feeling, I began to push her hair back. I knew this would only further overwhelm me with the sight of her beautiful face sucking passionately on my dick, but I no longer cared.

The feeling was incredible, and I wish I could have resisted and have had it last forever, but the splurge was inevitable. Tightly wrapped in Kat�s breasts and in her succulent tongue, I felt a tidal wave rushing up my penis. I came and came and continued to cum. Boldly, she continued the blow job and tried swallowing my onslaught, but its magnitude was just too much. She quickly rose up to avoid choking but continued her mission to please me by stroking my cock at an insane rate. Incredibly, my orgasm intensified. I then noticed how her tits were flopping as she stroked my convulsing penis, and as the pulsing in my penis doubled in rate I realized I hadn�t even reached my climax. I came even more violently, shooting a fountainous amount of jizz into the air that flew past her shoulders. Every second dirtied some part of my room further, and I felt close to passing out. As the streams of cum finally lessened, she wrapped her blessed tits around me again and let me my final bursts find their resting place in her heavenly valley. I came between her tits with surprising power considering all that had already escaped me. When this final volley ended, my orgasm began its conclusion with small aftershocks that emitted soothing trickles of cum. With a taste for the evidence of her sexual power, she put my dick in her mouth one last time and patiently sucked me dry.

�Told you it was me� she said with a grin.

Kat and I continued our sexual escapades until I left for college at the age of eighteen. I never actually fucked her, but times were nonetheless very good. Once in college, I obviously lost some contact with her, and only saw her during holidays. Even though we saw less of each other, I was always grateful for the times I had experienced with Kat in my younger years. In some ways, I thought I could move on and no longer be debilitated by her looks. But leave it to Kat to prove me wrong and draw me back in like a junkie who simply lost sight of his drugs.

Fast forward a few years. I was 21 and Kat was 19. It was winter break -- I was in my junior year and she had just finished her first semester in college. I hadn�t seen her in nearly six months. Returning home, I got off the plane, and caught glimpse of my dad and stepmom waiting excitedly for my return. I embraced my dad, and then got a loving hug from my stepmom, fully aware of her mature cleavage wrapping around my chest. I felt happy being back home, being at peace with the familiarity. And then I saw Kat.

Turns out she had come home a couple days earlier than I had. Her green eyes caught mine with a devilish look, and she flashed a beautiful smile. In the spirit of things, she came over and hugged me. Immediately, I was surprised by how big her breasts felt. In the last few years, I had become intimately familiar with them, but somehow they felt�larger. I took a quick glimpse at them as we ended our hug, but couldn�t quite discern their size. They seemed huge, as always�but still, they had felt bigger during our embrace. As we walked out of the airport and to the car, I kept sneaking glances at Kat, trying to resolve this mystery. I didn�t get the proper angle to tell for sure until we were in the car.

I sat in the back seat next to Kat. She was wearing a red sweater stretched to its brim by her breasts. After she settled herself in the seat, she buckled herself in, the seat belt easily sinking eight to ten inches into her chest. Her tits jutted forward in an extreme fashion, as if trying to touch the front seats. Immediately, my suspicions were confirmed: somehow, inexplicably, Kat�s GG breasts had grown. I had heard of the freshman fifteen, but never thought all fifteen pounds and more would go exclusively into a girl�s breasts. God, Kat was amazing; how had I rationalized her as only a high school fling? As we sped home, all my thoughts focused solely on subduing the erection building in my pants, if only to save myself the embarrassment in front of my parents. I knew I wouldn�t last much longer without finding out what size her breasts had grown to�

That night I lay awake, feeling as restless as I had felt the night after masturbating to Kat in the pool, all those years ago. I thought I was over this � but I was back under her spell. In any case, I left the door to my room open, hoping Kat would waltz in. Sometime after midnight, I got my wish, as Kat framed herself in my doorway. She was wearing a long tight-fitting tee that cut off halfway down her butt, revealing a cute pair of panties. Her legs enticed all the way down, but of course the stars of the show were her breasts, silhouetted against the dim light. How had they grown so big? They covered two thirds of her torso, threatening to rip her shirt apart with one overzealous bounce.

Kat slid into bed next to me. She wanted to catch up. I rejoiced at the familiarity we had developed with each other. We talked quietly for a while, but my brain quickly began to fog up with the primal recognition that her body was merely inches away from mine. Kat, always cognizant of her sexual powers, seemed to read my mind. She dropped the conversation, and staring lustfully into my eyes, she slid one of her bare legs unto me. My dick, which had been ballooning during the last few minutes of our conversation, pressed firmly into her thigh.

�Just like old times� she whispered.

She then rolled her entire body onto me, her mammoth breasts rolling over me like a tidal wave. At first, I couldn�t get my bearings on their position � I felt them everywhere. After I settled down a bit and regained some IQ points, I was able to discern that her breasts were straddling me though her shirt, collapsing around each side of my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her side boob pushing against my biceps. I squeezed her into me, relishing the way her tits squished in towards me and exerted a heavenly pressure as they tried to bounce back to their full voluminous shape. Her lips came down unto mine, their moistness adding to my increasing euphoria. We made out passionately, as if trying to catch up by trading spit instead of words. The brief times where my mind could muster a thought were dedicated to explaining how so much of my body was covered by her infinite breasts.

After some time, Kat sat up, still straddling me, and grabbed my penis through my boxers. I returned the favor by reaching up and squishing one of her giant melons through her shirt. God, her tit was fucking huge! My hand looked small and paltry as it massaged and squeezed into her flesh. I sank my hand deep into her chest, amazed at how much there was to poke into. Kat was stroking my cock, turning it into a rock hard monolith. Still stroking, she bent over me and let her tits engulf my head. It felt like I was motor-boating a pair of water-filled beach balls. I might have lost consciousness in there but then Kat pulled back once again.

She released my cock from the prison of my boxers and began to suck it loudly. After my dick was sufficiently lathered and had begun to pulse strongly, she sat up to undo her bra. With some effort, she removed her enormous brassiere from underneath her shirt and tossed it. It landed on me, with one of the cups covering my face. I felt like I was underneath a capsized canoe. Instantly, my heart doubled its beat. I was about to answer the question that had my nerves in a twist: what unbelievable size was now required to contain (or make an attempt at containing) Kat�s perfect breasts? I began to fumble to get the tag into view in the low light. But then Kat did something incredible.

I felt a weight on my stomach and a beautiful warmth all around my dick. It took me a few seconds to realize that Kat had jumped onto my dick was beginning to seek out her own euphoria. All my prior experiences with her didn�t help. Neither did any sexual experience with other girls in college (how irrelevant they seemed). Instantly, I felt amazingly out of control. It was a physical and emotional overload. I was actually having sex with Kat! She was bouncing up and down on my pole, her massive tits flopping against each other with ridiculous aplomb. Flop, flop, flop. It had only been ten seconds but it felt like a lifetime and I couldn�t endure it any longer.

It is at this point that I managed to shift her bra into the light and read the tag. 36HH. Holy shit. How the --? It was just too much. HH breasts (would they keep growing?)! On top of it all, Kat was fucking my brains out. Flop, flop, flop. With no warning, I began to gush. I wasn�t wearing a condom, but my rational mind had no sway against an impossibly buxom deity who has just jumped violently onto my erection. It was pathetic, but being inside her and learning she had HH breasts had overwhelmed me so much that I had exploded into her after less than twenty seconds of going at it. But I could care less. The stream of semen shot forcefully up my shaft and mixed with the warmth of her pussy. It�s an orgasm I will always remember. The violence of my throbbing was such that if Kat jumped off me, my cum would undoubtedly reach the ceiling. I had lasted a pathetic amount of time with her, but my ejaculations would easily last three times as long as the actual sex. I could feel the cum pooling inside her and at the base of my cock. I should have been embarrassed, but I was in heaven. When my throbbings finally subsided, I felt utterly depleted.

�HH breasts, Kat?� I said incredulously. She laughed in a self-satisfied way, and slowly slid herself off my still massive erection, tracking gobs of cum with her. As she left the room, she turned around and said nonchalantly:

�By the way, I�m transferring to your school next semester. Austin here I come.�

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Story 3...continued
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The following semester was college gold. We were attending the University of Texas at Austin, and Kat made an immediate impact on campus. It is not impossible to think she may have caused a car accident or two or maybe even strained a guy�s neck as she strutted around, no bra able to keep her breasts from jiggling when she walked. Kat quickly became well connected socially, joined the Zetas, and was my ticket to a myriad of worthwhile events and parties. But in the end, the most incredible times came about when we fucked. I was able to redeem myself by pounding her long and hard in our subsequent go arounds, but Kat always held the power of the tease over me. She loved to keep me in a state of helpless desire for her, oftentimes intentionally leaving me hanging right before my orgasm, or maybe parading her endowments to me all day, building my debilitating lust for her, only to leave with her sorority sisters when I thought it was go time. Blue balls was the price I paid for Kat, but the times she did let me satisfy my deepest desires always made up for it.

One of those moments of ecstasy began with a trip to float the river in nearby New Braunfels. For those of you not familiar with this experience, it is essentially jumping into an inner tube and floating down a few miles of the Guadalupe interspersed with a few rapids. The trip takes a few hours, and the copious amounts of beer and boobs (bikini-clad, although they often make drunken appearances) make for a great time. Having someone like Kat floating alongside you just perfects the experience.

The group of river-goers consisted of two of my friends and a few of Kat�s sorority sisters. We parked our cars in the lot, and began applying sunscreen. Kat was dressed in an oversized blue top with the word Zeta in bright attention-grabbing colors typical of sorority garb. Of course Kat needed no help drawing attention, as her mounds stretched the meant-to-be-loose top forwards at an incredible angle, making the letters hard to read. The whole car ride I had been trying to picture her in her bikini, and now with a bottle of sunscreen in my hand, I was about to find out. I dragged her over to the other side of the car to give us some privacy, because I wasn�t about to let her friends' prying eyes keep me from rubbing sunscreen all over her glorious breasts. On cue, Kat swung her shirt off, revealing all that she had been blessed with. She was wearing a white string bikini, which seemed maybe a tad bit small on her mountainous tits. This resulted in the intoxicating display of plenty of cleavage and side boob. The string clasps inspired no confidence in keeping her clothed, as her boobs overflowed the cups, proving how milky soft, pliable, and downright natural her breasts were. I began pouring sunscreen all over her tits, kneading them unnecessarily and quickly slipping my hands inside her cups to protect her lovely nipples as well. I informed Kat that sunscreen had to be applied in multiple layers, and bought myself more time squishing her breasts together. Her breasts were wet and oily with the lotion, and with each lustful squeeze, they would try to escape her bikini top. After one overeager squeeze, her nipples popped out, and Kat quickly put an end to my fun. I started walking back towards the rest of our friends.

�Umm�what about the rest of me?� she exclaimed. I looked down at the bottle and realized I had spent nearly all of it covering the vast expanse of her chest. We�ll have to make do, I thought.

Ten minutes later we were in the long line to rent tubes. Literally every guy was staring at Kat in her scandalous white bikini. I could feel her chest on fire with all the stares. I think some guys may have even walked out of line to avoid an embarrassing erection. After renting our tubes, we all piled into the bus and rode to the drop off point. For once, I was thankful the roads were crappy, and I indulged as Kat�s breasts bounced high into her neckline with every bump on the road. I could only enjoy it so much though, or I too would have to deal with an embarrassing erection. Once off the bus we started descending towards the river, and I noticed Kat�s large breasts were making life difficult for her. She was lagging behind the rest of the group because her inner tube, cradled in her arm, was pushing one of her large breasts sideways into the other. Her breast seemed about to burst out, and Kat was compensating by walking very slowly. She was relieved when I offered to carry her tube for her, and I hoped this was one step towards getting me into her good graces, as she had been teasing too much and not putting out as of late. At the base of the river, my friends and I strapped the cooler to an extra tube and started helping the girls into the river. Soon we were off, floating lackadaisically down the river.

Two hours in, and we were all quite a bit more drunk. Kat had gotten a plethora of requests to flash her boobs, but had thankfully resisted. I wouldn�t mind my friends being blessed with the sight of her whoppers (in fact, I often thought it would be a humanitarian effort if I let them catch a glimpse), but the typical douche-bag types that yelled at her did not deserve even what her bikini revealed. After a set of rapids, Kat and I collided in our tubes, and I decided to take this opportunity to latch on. Buzzing and staring at Kat, I began to have powerful sexual urges. She was lying back in her tube, her boobs collapsed on her chest, two circular globes extending high into the air. Their HH-mass edged very close to her navel. Droplets of river water had sprayed onto her cleavage, a glistening ensemble that made me want to masturbate to her as we floated along. I realized I needed another beer to keep me relaxed. Before I could start paddling towards the cooler, Kat grabbed my arm and told me she had all the beer we needed. I was confused, until she slipped her hand under her left breast and extracted a cold can of beer. She then repeated the trick with her right breast, and now we each had another beer.

�There�s still another one in there if you need it later� she said. I could have blown my load right at that instant.

Another hour in and we were approaching one of the final, more energetic rapids on the river. Being drunk, I had often wiped out on this segment before. Kat and the girls were slightly ahead of me and my friends, and they started speeding up to the point of no return. Shortly thereafter, I was swept into the rushing waters myself, doing my very best to avoid the rocks and small pockets of recirculating current. In my efforts, I actually passed Kat by riding the faster currents, while she veered off to the left towards a gentler path that led to a small waterfall. I was ferried to the end of the rapids, and looked back to catch Kat and her friends riding down the waterfall. It was only three feet, but it would be impressive if their tubes didn�t flip after the landing. Sure enough they did, and the girls were submerged in the water. As they emerged, the pounding water threatened to loosen all of their tops. Two of the girls got away, while the other three had their tops ripped off and were left clutching their breasts. One of those three was Kat, and the whole river stood still as her immense orbs were pounded mercilessly by the falling water. Unlike her friends, she didn�t even bother covering her breasts, as her arms would block little from view. She searched for her top, her drooping breasts skimming the rushing water, and eventually fished it out. She clasped it back on and headed towards me, but halfway over her breasts heaved the top back off, and now I could hear the gasps as her HH breasts swung pendulously in the middle of the river. For all anyone knew, she was a divine gift from the river gods.

Quickly, she tried putting her top back on, but realized the stringy clasp had actually snapped. She blamed the waterfall, but I suspiciously considered the weight of her breasts. Wasting no time, she found her Zeta shirt next to the cooler and stretched it on. It was soaking wet and would not slide easily over the mass of her tits. She eventually got it on, but I don�t know how much it did to cover her. It took on the shape of her natural breasts, the water making it see-through, and her nipples, enlarged in the cold water, were accentuated nicely. I was not the only one with a raging boner on the river that day, the humanitarian effort was complete as my friends had beheld Kat�s tits, and the rest of the trip was the definition of eye candy.

That night we camped out along the river banks, and I could not stop thinking about Kat�s river-soaked breasts. We drank copiously, my friends and two of the sorority girls beginning to hit it off. Eventually, they scurried off. Kat had been in a sour mood after her exposure, and had gone to bed early. In my drunken state however, there was no resisting her, and after taking another swig of whiskey and grabbing a condom from my bag, I made a bee line for her tent. She was sleeping on her back, her giant breasts heaving with every breath, still stretching her infamous blue top. I lowered myself drunkenly over her, using her breasts to brace myself. For a while, not sure if she was awake, I merely lay on top of her, feeling her titanic tits lifting me up ever so slightly. Despite my drunk level, my dick was ripping out of my shorts. I fumbled to get the condom on, the anticipation of what was coming continuing to enlarge my dick and making it more difficult to slip the condom on. I then began to violently kiss Kat�s neck, ensuring that she woke up. She groaned and acted uninterested, but I straddled her and planted my dick between her tits. Despite her shirt, I was able to wrap them completely around my dick, and began to pump them hard. Annoyed, she called out my name in a bored effort to get me off her. I was too drunk to be discouraged, and I lifted her shirt above her breasts. I then slid my probing dick down her abdomen and towards the lips of her pussy, and grabbed onto her luscious thighs. She tightened up preventing entry and squeezed her legs around my waist with surprising strength. Looking me in the eye, she let me know she was definitely not interested.

That might have ended the night, but then something moved to the right of me. A big puff of red hair emerged from the sheets, and settled itself on Kat�s right tit. A pale white hand emerged and started squeezing Kat�s breast. �Isn�t she amazing?� the red hair said in a sultry voice, and I realized Kat�s red-headed friend Jordan had been sleeping right next to her and was now indulging in Kat�s endowments. Another pile of sheets moved to my left, and Kat�s blonde friend Whitney joined in. �I love your fucking tits, Kat!� she said as she started licking Kat�s right nipple. Looking down at this scene, my dick may have permanently grown an inch, and without further hesitation it slid straight into Kat. I was dumbstruck. Kat�s endowments were so plentiful that they had stirred up lesbian fantasies in two of her friends. The womanly interest in her breasts piqued Kat�s interest, and she was now sexually aroused. Her pussy was wet, and I began to pound relentlessly as I watched her friends lick, massage, knead, pound, slap, and otherwise bury themselves in Kat�s massive HH melons. All the time I thought there was room for at least three more girls in that cleavage. I should have lasted only a few minutes given the circumstances, but the whiskey was given me supernatural endurance. I pounded Kat violently, as if I was trying to take down a concrete wall with my dick. I felt myself reach farther into her than I ever had, and began to lose track of time with the endless volley of thrusts I delivered. At one point, it felt as if I was not going to come at all. Kat, on the other hand, came gloriously several times over, and for the first time I felt like I had control over her. But I knew this would not last forever. Eventually the sight of Kat�s fleshy tits swaying rapidly on her body, alongside the sounds of her friends� greedy sucking, caught up to me and I started feeling my dick throb with building excitement. Suddenly, Kat pushed me off. It seemed she had gotten her fill and the glint in her eye told me she was ready to take back control of the situation.

�You guys like my big titties?� she teased.

We all stared at her in lust, and began to nod. Sitting back up, she had me grab Whitney�s breasts. They seemed to be a large B cup. I played briefly with her tits before Kat pushed Jordan up against me. Her milky breasts were much larger, maybe DDs. My hands couldn�t cup them like I could cup Whitney�s, and I raged with excitement being allowed access to this busty redhead. But of course, they were diminutive next to Kat�s amazing endowments, something Kat decided to emphasize by covering both her friends� breasts. She only needed one tit to absolutely swallow Whitney�s B cups, and even Jordan�s impressive endowments disappeared beneath Kat�s other tit. My dick throbbed with sensation at the size difference. I began lifting Kat�s breasts and dropping them onto her friends� chests, but this actually became exhausting, as they felt like dumbbells. Kat laughed and then pushed Whitney on her back.

�Titty fuck her� she commanded. �You are going to fuck all of us, and you better not fucking cum before we�re done.�

I was terrified of whether or not I could deliver on this challenge, but I obliged, straddling Whitney and placing my hardened cock between her B cup breasts. I cupped them together around my dick but it was hard to keep them there. My dick seemed fully exposed and as I grinded her I felt like I was really just fucking her neck. Before long, Kat instructed me to make Whitney orgasm. I wasn�t really enjoying the tit fuck, so I gladly accepted. Whitney was apparently very excited by the whole situation, because she came after just a minute of vigorous thrusting. Good thing for me, because I was starting to battle hard against an oncoming orgasm, despite the whiskey elixir still helping me out. It was now Jordan�s turn, Kat instructed. Jordan lay flat on her back, grabbing at her pale white breasts. I slid my dick between them, and she pushed her tits together, enveloping my dick nicely. I began to pound her cleavage, feeling the excitement getting the best of me again. I caught sight of her sexy red hair creeping down to her breasts, and with every thrust the head of my dick swung out as if to make contact with it. I began to groan, and the throbbing in my dick was covering it with pre-cum. Kat, watching me closely to ensure I didn�t blow my load, told me stop the tit fuck and instead make Jordan cum. I switched off her tits and savored every second my pulsating dick was out in the air, trying desperately to catch a second wind. As I slipped my over-stimulated member into Jordan, I had to close my eyes and do my best to think of anything that would keep me from orgasm. I stopped a few times over the next few minutes, Jordan screaming at me to keep pounding her. After an eternity, the red-headed hottie began to convulse, and I breathed a great sigh of relief.

But my relief lasted only a brief moment, as it was now Kat�s turn. My dick throbbed clairvoyantly despite being nowhere near her tits yet. �Remember, you have to make me cum too� Kat warned. I did everything I could to not look as I plunged my cock into her breasts. My shaft elongated further as it felt its way into her smooth milky valleys. I told myself I could do this, knowing Kat had only made me titty fuck her friends a minute or so before switching off. But I opened my eyes foolishly and knew instantly that I was wrong. My erection, which was at its largest in my life, had disappeared entirely into her tightly clasped cleavage. Even still, I estimated I was only halfway up her tits � I could have been twice as long and not been able to stick my head out the other side. Kat was making Whitney�s tit fuck look utterly humiliating. Jordan�s large natural DDs were not spared embarrassment either, as my head had been able to poke through them, a night and day difference compared to what was happening with Kat. But what most stood out was how much cleavage was left flowing out towards Kat�s sides and especially rising up towards the top. I grabbed the top of Kat�s tits and squeezed, aware that I was holding more tit in that handful than Whitney and Jordan had combined. Somewhere below, my cock was buried deep in her inner breasts. My heart beats were now the only thing I could hear, and I hadn�t even started thrusting. Kat and the other girls watched anxiously, impatient with how long I was taking before I started to fuck Kat�s tits. Knowing I was defeated, I started to thrust slowly. Instantly, I felt a rush of blood through my body. It felt as if I had been drugged, and I never saw the flood coming. With the first thrust into her towering tits, the same breasts that had given the river a new meaning, I was transported instantaneously into a powerful orgasm. The tent and the other girls disappeared from existence, my eyes clamped shut, and my cock begun to pulse, exponentially building strength with each contraction. My cum burst out like if a dam had burst, and the oncoming splurge threatened to spill out of the tent and overwhelm the river outside. I began to yell loudly, and opened my eyes to take in the glorious sight of Kat�s breasts. Pulsing and sweating violently, I continued my onslaught, hearing Jordan and Whitney gasp loudly in the tent at how much cum Kat was so effortlessly drawing out of me. After exceeding my wildest expectations of how long an orgasm could last (and that of Whitney and Jordan�s), my river ran dry, and I slumped onto Kat�s cum-splattered breasts. Kat smiled devilishly in the dark of the tent, and I passed out peacefully on her chest.

Her friends sat motionless in the tent, mouths agape, dumbfounded by her glorious sexual prowess.