"I don't know, what's on the menu?I asked half jokingly, half teasingly.
"My huge titties are the first course, if you would supply that rigid cock we could make it potluck." Shit! The teasing
worked like an enchantment. She was staring at my rod, and lifting her loose shirt over her head, her dark brown
tresses lifting and falling around her pretty face. I gasped as the shirt fell away, revealing her freckled shoulders
and the mother lode beneath, a pair of swaying, milky-white breasts, jiggling and straining against their lacy
white prison. The dark nipples were visible beneath the satiny fabric.
She tossed her long hair andthe silky tresses fell in place in back of her creamy white shoulders, leaving the twin peaks
as my stunning view, their tops slightly freckled above the burgeoning brassiere. And now she shook her tits, smiling at me with
a wicked smile, knowing she was turning me into jellied lust.
I could see she was already getting turned
on by the turgid nubbins exquisitely sliding back and forth on the rippled cloth,ber eyes already starting to glaze
over with desire. My wife only got that look after I had rammed my cock into her hot snatch for a few minutes. But
Julie was already there, beckoning me with her finger which she then proceeded to suck on sensually and run down
between her ceavage to her taut belly and tiny waist. How did that girlish waist hold up under those twin towers? They had to
be bigger than my sister in law's 38 D's--Lord! They had to be 40 DD I guessad. How had she hidden these when we
knew each other before? Had she always worn her tops that loose or had she gotten them done?
Before my wandering thoughts could stray further, she approached me, her hips swaying, her impossibly luscious legs
gliding toward me, inexorably toward me, toward the only thing I could feel, my pulsing, engorged cock.
She slid off her jeans, wearing only a black thong underneath, bending down lasciviously and purposefully, so I could
have my mouth go completely dry from staring at her almost completely exposed mammaries. They lurched forward, dangling, tumbling, pushing against that bra that must have had the constitution of an army tent. She must have found that one in Dollywood. She stopped just out of reach, slowly standing up, langourously stretching her arms over her head,
stretching up on tip toe, her long legs going on forever till they disappeared in her tiny waist, her meaty tits straining against the lace. Her tongue salaciously flashed out and lingered slowly on her red, pouty lips.
She was still out of reach, dammit. But my cock was growing at such a rate that it might reach out and touch someone if she tarried another minute. Suddenly, I knew the wait would be worth it. He hands slowly slipped up both sides of her athletic waist, upward, upward toward her the cloth surrounding her fleshy mounds. I was trembling with anticipation, pre-cum leaking out of my now painfully pulsating dick, but I waited. Waited for the trembling fingers to finish their steady climb and slip over
the soft, sinewy lace. Squeeeeeze. "Ummmmmph!" Julie let out a moan of relief as her tiny hands almost seemed to disappear from view as they were enveloped in mountains of songy, lace encased flesh. In and out her fingers plunged, deeper, deeper, the mounds rising over the giving white casement.Low, mewling sounds were coming from Julie's throat, her eyes closed, head thrown back. Her knees seemed ready to buckle. Hell, to be those fingers right now! And he thought men enjoyed jacking off. She hadn't even touched her pussy yet!
Nor had she removed her bra. Reluctantly, almost painfully she removed first one hand and then the other from her swelling tits. She exhaled sharply with disappointment. But then she caught sight of my cock, which in the meantime I had been
mindlessly stroking, gettng the steel hard surface full of shiny precum, and the dazed expression of desire on my face. Then that wicked grin slid from one end of her face to the other.
"Do you waaant them? Want to touch them?" The words came out slowly like a drunken, but sultry southern woman sheriff. "I usually set them free now. One little flick of a clasp and they.....come....( a stifled moan) tumbling free."
I looked in her eyes, waiting. But I want you to do it-- MMmmmmm....do it." She did sound intoxicated, but I realized it
wasn't drink or drugs, it was pure lust. I had never seen a woman get so hot. And her clothes weren't even all the way off
yet! Taking the last step to lose the gap between us I could see the wet spot on her thong, the moisture between her hot , nicely toned legs, smell her sweet scent, thought I could feel the heat radiating from those big cock pillows ripping apart
her bra as she shook them once more right in my face.
"OK, unhook. It's in back," she said as my trembling fingers lingered on her soft skin, the muscles of her flat belly,
fluttering and rolling with my touch. She gasped sharply. I ripped off the bra in one quick jerk, able to wait not a second longer. Her tits leapt out, cascading forth, jiggling into my waiting hands, warm and pliant, bigger than I could possibly handle. The right one tumbled out of my left hand as my right hand found the other breast and eagerly guided it to my mouth, my tongue dancing over the nipple with the fury of an Irishman doing a jig. She caught the other one with one hand bring it to her own groaning mouth, the anticipation having been broken like the sea bursting throug a dike. With her other hand she grabbed my cock firmly--a little too firmly, because all that striptease had got the cum boiling in my swelling balls and now it came gushing out, jet after jet flying up in her face, coating her tits, plopping into her hair. She jacked me off greedily, snatching at the semen and rubbing it all over her supple tits. Her body rocked as she went into her own rocket of pleasure. Her mouth gaped as a bolt of electricity seemed to move from our hands through her nipples all the way down to her sopping cunt lips--everything intensified by the steaming, shooting jism that wouldn't stop exploding from my orgasming member.
I was having a hard time holding onto her jugs. They kept sliding out of my cum soaked hands. "Ahhhhh!" The full thrust of the coital earthquake racked my body, my mind filled with her soft, firm flesh, filling my mouth, my hands, her hot body slipping against me in heated frenzy. We kissed each other for the first time in heated passion. Her lips were.soft, firm, sucking gently, but pulling tingling sensations from deep inside my loins. Her heaving chest smashed against me, the wet stickiness of it turning me on as I thought about my fire hydrant drenching her heavy orbs and sending her into ecstasy.
After several minutes of postplay, my cock, which never really softened, was again rigid as a steel hammer. Ooooooh! she cooed, grasping it more carefully this time, not that she needed to, I thought. "Fuck my tits. Fuck my tits hard with your
jackhammer! I want you to come all over them and lick offf every drop of cum!" |