He realised that if he waited too long, she might change her mind, and he'd lose this chance. With some difficulty, he transferred his cone to his left hand, and reached his right over her breast.
His eyes were transfixed on her face, expecting her to tell him no any second now. But she was still feigning innocence, her eyes idly following his hand, which was closing on her breast slowly.
His palm made contact. The softest, most amazingly supple skin yielded below his fingers. He'd felt it before, when she almost fell in class, and when his hand had been trapped underneath her just a few moments ago. But this was different somehow; this was deliberate. He was touching her, on purpose. His heart was racing, while his breathing seemed to have stopped entirely.
His fingers slipped in between her breasts, and he felt around carefully. The soft pressure of the two malleable globes pressing together entrapped part of his hand as he tried to find the remote.
"It's a lot deeper than that," she said lightly, still acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
He had no choice. He inserted his hand deeper into her cleavage. It was very warm, and the pressure increased. Her heavy breasts pushed together quite solidly, and he had to work to squeeze his arm down.
He was nearly down to his elbow now, and he was moving his hand back and forth along the valley of her cleavage to try and find the remote. He couldn't believe how incredibly good her tits felt against his skin. It was basically like he was tittyfucking her with his entire forearm, and he wasn't even close to reaching the bottom.
His fingers made contact with something plastic, and he slowly withdrew it from her cleavage. Despite the comfortable temperature in the room, his arm almost felt cold as it left the hot cleft between her boobs. He looked at his hand, and saw what he got was her phone.
"Wrong!" She laughed. "Put it back and try again. It's the only other thing in there, and you were pretty close."
He plunged his arm back down. Again, the incredible softness took him by surprise. There was just no way he could get used to anything about her. He put the phone back roughly where he thought he found it, and felt around again.
She had to have done this on purpose. There was no good reason to stash a TV remote in your cleavage. As ridiculous as the notion was to begin with, her using the space between her boobs to carry stuff around at least made some kind of sense. But, typically you didn't carry the remote anywhere; you left it near the TV. There was only one reason he could think of why she would've done this: she'd planned on having him retrieve it. She'd wanted to give him a chance to feel his arm between her huge, heavy tits.
Finally, he found the remote. There was no doubt this time; he could feel the buttons, and besides, she'd said there was nothing else down there. He pulled it out, almost wishing he'd pretended to not find it for a bit longer. But again, his desire to stay in her good graces overcame his desire to touch her tits.
He pressed play, and put the remote down on the couch beside him. He didn't have the courage to try and put it back. He moved his cone back to his right hand, and resumed watching Jessica. Not the movie, of course; he'd barely seen any of the first part, so why would he start now?
She was still eating her ice-cream, trying to act as if everything was normal. The slight smirk on her lips told him, however, that she was fully aware of what she'd just done, and how he felt about it. His mind was reeling; this was starting to get beyond flirting, and into the realms of foreplay. There was no way she wasn't aware of how he'd feel about touching her like that. Had the glimpse of her nipple earlier also been deliberate? Just how far was she intending to go tonight? They hadn't even kissed yet!
Suddenly, he felt something else on his hand, a cold and wet sensation. His neglected ice-cream was melting, running down the side of the cone, over his hand! A mixture of brown, green and pink was dripping down, splashing onto the surface of her breast. It just barely missed her shirt, falling instead onto her bare skin.
"Shit!" He exclaimed, and he jerked his hand to his face, quickly licking the side of the cone, stopping the flow.
She giggled. "Now look what you've done," she teased.
Erik stared at the splatter of molten ice-cream on her tit, slowly running towards her cleavage. He was expecting her to get up, to get a napkin or something. He'd do it for her, but he was kind of trapped; if he tried to move out from under her, he'd probably just end up spreading the problem further.
"Well?" She asked him, grinning. "You made the mess. Are you going to clean it up?"
"I don't have anything to clean it with," he said sheepishly.
"You have hands, don't you? It's only ice-cream." She looked at him defiantly, as if daring him to come up with a way to clean her that wasn't inappropriate. Quickly finishing her own cone, she took his from him, licking along the sides to prevent further spillage.
He was hesitant, even though this shouldn't be any worse than what he'd just done. He ran his finger over her skin, starting at her cleavage to prevent it from running down. He loved the way her boobs dimpled under his finger, her skin yielding under his touch. He got about half of the sticky liquid before he lifted his finger and put it into his mouth. He started to repeat the procedure.
She shook her head, and gave him a truly devious look. "That's going to be all sticky, if you do it that way. You'll have to think of something else."
He looked at her. There was really only one other way he knew of that didn't involve him getting up and getting a tissue. He raised his eyebrows, and in response she curled up her lips, and nodded ever so slightly, giving him permission.
He bent his head forward, having to use his arm to hold her boob so he could get close enough. She was big enough that he could actually reach the top of the tit while they were sitting like this. It was yet another reminder of just how incredibly vast she was. His mind just couldn't really comprehend it.
Her smooth, creamy skin was right in front of his face, and she hadn't stopped him yet. His vision was eclipsed by her colossal wonders. He stuck out his tongue, and licked.
It was heaven. He'd died and gone to heaven, he was sure of it. He was actually licking the biggest, most perfect pair of tits on the face of the planet. A pair so big that a single one overflowed his lap. So big that he had to use his entire arm to hug around it as he manoeuvred to get all of the ice-cream. His face brushed against her skin occasionally, and it felt wonderful. It was soft, and warm, and there was just so much of it. He couldn't get enough of it; there were seemingly endless reaches of tit for him to enjoy, and he wanted to feel every square centimetre. He struggled to restrain himself, and limited himself to licking the ice-cream off her. He still didn't know how far she'd be willing to let him go, and he desperately didn't want to do anything to ruin things.
He came back up with what he was sure was the widest, stupidest grin on his face. He couldn't believe that had just happened. Jessica looked kind of flushed too, her breathing faster. Had that felt good to her? At the very least, it didn't seem like she'd disliked it.
"Here's your cone back," she told him, her eyes sparkling. "Make sure it doesn't happen again."
He took it without comment. He didn't trust himself to speak, so he just resumed eating his ice-cream, and trying to at least pretend to pay attention to the movie. He felt they'd crossed some kind of threshold, but he was at a loss as to how to proceed from here. He didn't feel any of his life experience had adequately prepared him to be in a situation like this, with a girl like Jessica.
He noticed from the corner of his eye that she was looking at him now, biting her lower lip. Her nipples seemed hard again, though it was hard to tell from this angle. She was obviously aroused. Come on, he thought to himself. He had to do something!
He was reaching the end of his cone, and he was now eating the waffle cookie along with the last of the pistachio ice-cream. She hadn't had any of that, he realised; she'd only had chocolate. It gave him an idea. An idea that made him sweat with trepidation, but that was too good to ignore.
He looked her straight in the eyes. Those unbelievably gorgeous, deep blue eyes. Eyes that made you fall in love the second you looked at them. He struggled to maintain his composure, remembering what he wanted to do. It took all of his courage to speak. "You, um, you don't like pistachio?" He asked, his voice shaking.
She raised an eyebrow curiously, unsure where he was going with this. "I do; I love it. I just felt like chocolate today."
"You, um, want a taste?"
"Yeah, I guess?" A look of confusion and disappointment appeared on her face. She clearly had no idea what he intended to do. His heart was attempting to escape his chest, probably to flee from the embarrassment if she'd react negatively to what he was about to attempt.
She reached for what was left of his cone, but before she could, he took a big lick himself. Then, he brought his face closer to hers, and their lips touched.
Time stopped. Fireworks went off in his brain, as it tried to comprehend where on earth he'd gotten the courage to do this from. Her full lips felt incredibly soft against his as he experienced what was easily the best kiss of his entire life. Her lips parted, and her tongue entered his mouth, the taste of the ice-cream mixing with the even sweeter taste of her mouth.
The kiss lasted forever. Civilizations rose and fell outside Jessica's house while their lips were locked together. Wars were fought, species went extinct, galaxies died and new ones were born, all in the space of that single kiss which was now the only thing that mattered in the universe. He'd never experienced anything like it before.
Finally they separated, and when the real world came back into focus, Erik realised only a few seconds had passed. "Wow," he said, sighing deeply.
"You're right, that is tasty," she said, smiling happily. "Boy, did you ever have more courage than I gave you credit for."
"What?" He said, his brain still trying to catch up with what was happening.
"That was a compliment, silly," she said softly, and she leaned forward to kiss him again.
Somehow, it was even better than the first time. He hugged her shoulder tight as they kissed fervently, their tongues darting around each other. It was a deeper, much more passionate kiss, and Erik felt his mind was being overloaded. He was actually kissing Jessica, the most amazing beauty he'd ever seen. He was kissing her sweet lips, feeling her gorgeous body—mostly her boob—against him. Caressing her silky skin with his hands. It was paradise.
His right arm, leaning on her immense chest, went limp as his body was unable to focus on anything but that wonderful kiss. He dropped the remains of his cone, and it rolled into her cleavage. He didn't know if she'd noticed; she certainly didn't break the kiss. Her eagerness was arousing him even further; this incredible girl wanted him, there was no mistake. It was the most unbelievable thing in an evening filled with unbelievable things.
When they came up for air after what really was a long time this time, they were both breathing hard, their mutual need obvious. He looked at the mess in her cleavage guiltily. "I did it again."
She smiled at him, clearly not caring. "Oh well, I've had worse. I'm going to have to clean this up properly, though, cause this is going to get too sticky otherwise."
Erik looked sad; he'd looked forward to the chance for another clean-up. He reached over to salvage the remains of the cone, but she stopped him.
"Wait," she said, an evil glint in her eyes. "Watch this."
She repositioned herself, and used both her arms to squeeze her massive chest together. Erik watched in awe as the gap around the ice-cream cone closed, slowing crushing it. In a few seconds, the whole thing was swallowed by her tremendous cleavage. When she let go, only a thoroughly flattened waffle, along with a lot of crumbs, remained amidst the mostly molten ice-cream.
"I love doing that," she said, grinning devilishly.
"You're amazing, you know that?" Erik said breathlessly.
She nodded. "I do," she said matter-of-factly. She got up, and headed towards the stairs. "I'm going to clean this off. I'll be right back."
Erik hesitated for a second, but then made to follow her. She turned around, and raised her eyebrows.
"Aren't you eager all of a sudden," she said playfully. "You can wait here."
Erik looked crestfallen. Then again, this was still technically their first date, if you didn't count the lunches. Maybe he shouldn't expect anything more from the night. It was already the best date ever, anyway.
He looked at the screen, where the movie was still playing, as she walked upstairs. "Um, should I pause it?" He asked.
She shrugged. "Just turn it off," she said. "I missed most of it anyway."
After a minute she came back out of her room, a huge bath towel wrapped around her chest. She stood on the second storey landing, leaning against the railing to talk to him as she used a washcloth to wipe off her cleavage. "So, is this date everything you expected?" She asked playfully.
"Are you kidding? I never could've expected anything like this," he said earnestly.
"Come on, now," she laughed. "Surely you've got plenty of experience with girls."
He looked her over. Looking at her from below, it was hard to see her face. The fluffy bath towel was bigger than any he'd ever seen, and it still felt like it might come loose at any moment. Her body was just beyond compare, in every aspect. "I have some experience, yeah. With regular girls." In truth, while he'd gone on a fair few dates and slept with a number of girls, he'd only had two real girlfriends, and only the last one had been somewhat serious. "You... you don't even come close. You're just so gorgeous, and smart, and nice, and perfect in every single way. I can't even describe how awesome you are! You would be far too pretty to even talk to someone like me even if you weren't... you know..."
"Unbelievably busty?" She finished, giggling. "I'm hardly perfect, you know. And you're a better catch than you think; you just need some more confidence. And that kiss you just gave me... wow! It's very rare that I find someone who actually thinks I'm attractive, even with these, and isn't intimidated by me, and even rarer that I like them this much too! Why wouldn't I be talking to you?"
"I don't know," he said, exasperated. "You're a goddess! I'm just me."
"Just you is all I want, Erik. You think I do this every weekend? It's been years since I've had a guy over. And none of them were ever as nice as you, or as good looking."
Erik blushed, unable to respond. When she started to head back into her room, he felt he should say something more. "Um, what are we doing if we're not watching the movie?" He asked. That was the best he could come up with? He felt disappointed in himself. What was he expecting her to say? Have lots of sex?
She turned back to look at him again, idly fingering the knot in her towel. It dropped ever so slightly, threatening to reveal her nipples again. "What do you want to do, Erik?"
Jump your bones, he thought. He'd never been more aroused in his life. "Play some videogames, maybe?" He suggested lamely. "More kissing?" He added quietly.
She laughed. "I like that second idea," she said. "But, I don't feel like playing games, not that kind anyway." She thought about it for a few seconds. "How about a swim? It's certainly warm enough outside, and there's nothing more fun than an evening dip in the pool."
Erik's mouth went dry. Jessica, in a swimsuit? He didn't know if his heart could take that. "I don't have any swimming trunks," he said meekly.
"Can't you just use your boxers?" She asked. "Actually, I think my brother may have left some swimming trunks here. Don't worry, they're clean!"
Before he could respond, she went into her room, only to return moments later to throw some bright yellow and orange swimming trunks down from the landing.
"Here!" She called. "Put these on. I'll be down in a bit."
He caught the trunks, and stared at her door, stunned. Somehow, he knew that when she came back out, the night would get even better.
***
Erik felt foolish as he waited for Jessica to come back down. The brightly coloured swimming trunks were not what he would've ever bought for himself, and they looked ridiculous on him. At least they fit reasonably well, even though Jessica's brother was built very differently from him.
He'd used the bathroom to change, even though he was alone downstairs. The thought of Jessica walking out of her room while he was still changing, catching him with his hard dick in the open, was just too terrifying. He'd also used the opportunity to pee as best he could, which had helped get his erection under control a bit. He fervently hoped he'd make it into the water before it came back, since the trunks would make it much more obvious than his pants had.
It was ridiculous, he thought. He wasn't eighteen anymore! He should have the self-control to not spend the entire night with a hard-on, just because he was near a pretty girl. Then again, Jessica wasn't exactly a normal girl; he suspected she could have that effect on anyone.
He had goose bumps on his skin as he waited. Probably the cool air-conditioned room, or, equally likely, the anticipation of what he'd see when she finally came downstairs. This was almost as bad as when he'd been waiting outside earlier that evening. Finally, her bedroom door opened, and he felt his heart racing again. She walked across the landing, and started down the stairs.
Erik's jaw dropped. He'd been expecting some kind of one-piece, since he couldn't really imagine a bikini capable of containing those monsters. Even if it had been a bikini, it would've had a fantastically huge top, even bigger than that bra he'd seen earlier, which was after all too small for her.
What she was wearing barely qualified as a bikini for her. The dark blue top was made for a girl who had perhaps mere watermelon-sized breasts. On Jessica's more-than-medicine-ball size, they covered an area bigger than her areolas, but nowhere near the entire breast.
Vast expanses of creamy, smooth breast flesh bulged out in all directions from under the woefully inadequate bikini top. It left so incredibly little to the imagination, yet just enough that he couldn't help but yearn to see more. Her entire cleavage, from the top to the bottom of her mighty breasts, was now there for him to stare at, with only a flimsy-looking string connecting the two triangles of cloth. Her big nipples made noticeable dents in the fabric. He had no idea how she was expecting the bikini to stay in place, unless she had glued it to her skin or something.
He wondered what the bikini's bottom was like; he couldn't actually see it with her full, heavy boobs hanging in the way. For all he knew right now, she wasn't wearing one, though he sincerely doubted that. Her incredible legs were now entirely bare, and he longed to run his hands along them, to seek out the prize in between. She walked down the stairs seductively on her flip-flops, giving him ample time to stare.
Jessica regarded him the whole way down, clearly enjoying his reaction. "You like it?" She asked. Then, she lowered her gaze to his crotch, and gave him a naughty smile. "Never mind, I can see you do."
Erik's erection had come back with a vengeance from the vision of this ultra-beauty in that micro-bikini. Weird to think of it that way; a bikini that could easily fit over his entire head was just so small on her. He blushed hard, though he was happy that Jessica didn't seem to mind.
"Ready?" She asked as she passed him, giving him a view of the sides of her nearly bare breasts. For the first time, he could clearly see how they hung in front of her flat stomach. He couldn't get over how full they were; breasts that size really ought to sag to the floor, but they didn't. They sat proud on her chest, yet were still unmistakably natural in shape, and how they moved.
"Ready as I'll ever be," he muttered, and stared at her ass as she walked to the glass sliding doors at the back of the house. The bikini bottom was equally skimpy, leaving a good portion of her perfectly formed derriere exposed. Her sexy upper back was covered by nothing more than the bikini's strings, which were only barely long enough for her to have been able to tie them together. The string was digging into the side of her breasts, flesh spilling over them, as it wasn't really long enough to reach around them. Strange; he would've expected her back to be more muscular, to be able to carry those overweight wrecking balls, but she didn't look it. Just like the rest of her, her shoulders and back were perfectly soft and feminine, toned just enough to look fit.
He resisted the impulse to tug on the string and release her massive monsters, knowing that now was not the time. That time may yet come, though... if not tonight, then almost certainly some other day, the way things were going. He couldn't remember ever being on a date that went this well, with a girl that he liked—and that liked him—this much.
She swung her hips seductively as she walked outside in front of him. "In case you're wondering, I do have bikinis that actually fit," she said, giggling impishly. "But none of them suited my fancy tonight. This one's a bit older, but I thought you'd like it."
"You weren't wrong," Erik said quietly. The fact that she'd deliberately put on such a scandalous looking piece of clothing for his benefit was immensely exciting to him.
Balmy air surrounded them outside, considerably warmer than the inside of the house. The summer had been long and hot, and was not showing any signs of slowing down just yet. It was still twilight outside, the last rays of the summer sun basking them in a reddish glow. The natural light made Jessica look even better, the shadows highlighting every delicious curve.
The pool in her backyard was pond-shaped, and pretty big. Not Olympic big, but definitely bigger than your typical backyard pool. The far end reached a depth of over three metres, according to the signs. He wondered if the pool's size had also been chosen for Jessica's mom's benefit, when her parents still lived here. Underwater lights illuminated the bottom, the light sparkling on the still surface of the water.
He looked at Jessica's nearly nude monster tits. "What would happen if you did a cannonball?" He asked jokingly.
Jessica laughed, which made her tits jiggle. Even that simple movement looked like it threatened to dislodge the bikini. "It would be one giant splash," she chuckled. "And I'd almost certainly lose my top."
Unfortunately, she didn't demonstrate. Instead, she walked into the water using the steps on the shallow end, ripples spreading over the surface from her legs. He followed her, the warm water feeling good around his feet. He quickly waded in to a deeper part where the embarrassing situation in his pants would be hidden from view.
When Jessica got deep enough, she lowered herself, dunking her head under the water. When she emerged, Erik was mesmerised by her wet, glistening skin. Her dirty blonde hair clung to her head, and floated around her shoulders. Her huge tits bobbed up in front her, their buoyancy keeping them at the surface.
"You have no idea how good this feels," she said, sighing. "Just because I can carry them with relative ease doesn't mean I don't appreciate it when I don't have to."
He had some mild notion of what she was talking about, just from how the huge weight of even a single breast had felt in his lap earlier. He could only imagine what it had to be like to carry them around every single day. "I will gladly help you lift them, anytime," he told her, only half joking.
She put a finger to the side of her mouth. "Hmm, tempting," she said. "You could be my personal breast-carrier."
"A job I'd happily do for free." An image entered his mind of her somewhere in public, like a shopping mall, with him crouched under her massive boobs, holding them up. It would probably kill his back to actually do that, but that wouldn't stop him from trying, he was sure.
She was walking backwards towards the deep end, slowly moving away from him, giving him a seductive smile. Her tits bobbed up and down in the water in front of her, small islands of pale flesh rising out of the pool. She held up a hand above the water, and beckoned him. "Catch me if you can," she said, her voice an octave lower than it had been before.
He didn't need to be told twice. He dove forward, and swum a few fast strokes before letting his momentum close the gap. She didn't attempt to escape, but instead opened her arms to welcome him. The problem was, her arms didn't actually extend farther in front of her than her boobs did.
He collided with the front of her massive chest, and felt himself glide over the wet surface of her skin, his body sliding on top of her cleavage. His legs were still free behind him, but his torso was now essentially resting on pillows made of soft flesh. She wrapped her arms around his back, and kissed him again.
He spread his arms along his sides, holding himself up on top of her immense chest, while she was doing her best to hug him into her cleavage as their tongues met once again. God, how he loved her lips. He'd never get used to that.
Despite his efforts to stay horizontal, she was succeeding in pulling him down. His upper body was being surrounded by the soft, warm skin of her cleavage. It was a sensation unlike any he'd ever experienced; there was just so much boob all around him! He couldn't believe this was all one girl. Her wet skin felt slippery, allowing his torso to slide effortlessly in between the two floating masses.
As his legs were dragged down, he felt something against his hips. The string of her bikini, he realised. He had to be careful not to accidentally dislodge it. Or, maybe that's what she was planning on happening? He doubted whether she'd actually mind if he got to see more at this point. He definitely wanted to, but how far should they go?
When they broke the kiss, he looked her in her beautiful eyes. Her expression promised that so much more was yet to come, but he didn't want to take advantage of her. "Look, Jessica," he said tenderly. "We don't have to go any further than you're comfortable with, okay?"
The look she gave him was absolutely smouldering. "I'm very comfortable," she said. "Looks like so are you, lying like that."
He couldn't deny that; her boobs made the more comfortable cushions he'd ever had the privilege to lie on. "I'm serious," he pressed on.
She smiled warmly. "I know, Erik," she said softly. "I appreciate that you respect me. But, do you really think I would've done the things I've done today, if I didn't want to? Sometimes, yes means yes." Her expression changed, an almost hurt look. "Unless, you don't want to?"
He responded by kissing her again, first on the lips, then her cheeks, and then proceeding down her neck. She moaned softly and released him, and he let himself float back a bit. He lowered his head, and buried his face in her cleavage, using his hands to grab as much of the gigantic tits as he could. He kissed and caressed her wet skin, water coming up in between her breasts. He rubbed his face against the soft flesh, and mashed it against his head. Her moans increased as she appreciated his attentions.
"Are you sensitive?" He asked her, lifting his head only briefly.
"Ohmmm, yeah," she moaned. "I told you—ahhhhh!—they felt good."
Erik continued his caresses, kissing and licking as much of her as he could get to, which admittedly wasn't much compared to the vastness of her unbelievable pair. It was such an insane notion; he had his head buried in a girl's cleavage, yet he couldn't even reach all of her tits. He let himself drift further back in the water, moving his head down her cleavage toward the front of her giant breasts.
As his head dropped lower into the valley between her tits, she pushed them together with her arms. His head was crushed on both sides by incredibly soft skin, and Erik felt like he might die from the pleasure. He kept kissing and sucking while his head was trapped in that heavenly prison, her sweet, sexy moans only amplifying his fervour. He was in a world made of tits; he could smell, see, feel, and taste nothing else.
When she released him, he drifted back until he was out of her cleavage, and let himself drop down, standing up on the bottom of the pool in front of her. His gaze went from her face, following the string of her bikini from her neck down the endless slope of her breast, to the cup of her bikini, only to find it wasn't where it should be.
Whether from his movements or hers, he didn't know, but the fabric of her far too small bikini top had shifted, revealing her gigantic left nipple. The lemon-sized nub stuck out to the side of the patch of cloth, its shape distorted by the ripples in the water. Erik stared at it, longing to see it more clearly.
Jessica knew what had happened, just from his expression. She took a few steps forward, towards a shallower part of the pool. Erik quickly scrambled back to give her room, knowing what she wanted to do.
As the water got less deep, she was able to lift part of her massive mammaries above the surface. Her pink, rock-hard nipple was revealed to him, glistening wet, and so incredibly large. The other side of her bikini had shifted too, revealing large parts of her areola, though the nipple was still holding on there. The sight of her partially exposed nipples was somehow even sexier than full nudity would've been.
The light from the pool danced over her skin, casting her in an enchanting, rippling glow. Her demeanour radiated sex, her divine body just so incredibly desirable. It was begging to be touched, played with, pleasured, and promising endless delights in return. Her face was flushed, her wet, dishevelled hair only adding to her allure, and she looked at him expectantly. He reached out and touched the nipple, his hand wrapping around the huge uncovered nub.
She cried out in pleasure. "Careful," she admonished him. "It's very sensitive. You have to start slow."
So, he did. He traced his finger around the side of her huge areola, and pulled the bikini up to reveal it completely. The nipple grew harder, and the bumps on the areola grew more pronounced as she shivered from his light touch.
He'd been right; the large disc of her areola was about as big as his face. He lightly drew his fingertips across it, just barely grazing her nipple. He drew circles around the huge protrusion with his fingers, enjoying her reaction.
"Oh yeah!" She moaned loudly. "Just like that!"
He was hoping her neighbours weren't at home, or if they were that they'd at least enjoy the show. The yard was secluded enough so that no one could see them, but she was starting to get very loud.
He looked at her face as he put his hand on the tip of her nipple and squeezed lightly, tweaking it. Her expression was one of pure pleasure, and she was biting her lower lip, looking at him with a needy expression.
"More," she urged him, and he squeezed harder. He wrapped his hand around it, and pulled on it, first softly to see if she liked it, then harder when her moans increased. Her fantastic tit jiggled heavily as he tugged on the huge nipple. His other hand squeezed and fondled the flesh of her boob.
He couldn't resist anymore. He crouched down on the bottom of the pool, putting her nipple in front of his face. He put his hands on either side of the areola, caressing her bare breast, and put his lips on the tip of that gigantic nipple. He opened his mouth, and kissed and licked it as best he could.
It didn't fit into his mouth, as he'd expected, but he made a good effort, sucking as much of it as was possible. He felt her shudder, the huge breast in front of him wobbling from her movements. He hugged himself against it, the absurdity of the situation once again hitting him. Hugging a girl while sucking on her nipple was one thing, but being able to hug just the tit, that was insane. And the size of these nipples... he'd dated girls with breasts considerably smaller than just Jessica's nipples.
Jessica's moans got even louder as he caressed and squeezed the huge boob with his arms while sucking on the nipple. She joined him, kneading her ample assets with her own arms as her eyes rolled back in her head from the sheer pleasure.
He reached out with his left hand, and slipped it underneath the bikini, still stubbornly hanging on to her nipple on that side. He grabbed her other nipple, and squeezed it hard, while he continued to suck on this one. He was careful not to go too rough, instead aiming for a balance that seemed to maximise her enjoyment, using her moans as a guide.
He seemed to be doing it right. He heard her cry out loudly as her body tensed and jerked as she came from the nipple play. The movement caused her breasts to jiggle and bounce violently, but he held on. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed onto her knees, dragging him down. He let his legs slide under her tit, the heavy boob landing on top of him, its weight significantly reduced by the water.
His head was below the surface now, but he didn't let go. He kept his mouth on her nipple, still grabbing the other one, holding his breath. She continued to shake violently, her muffled screams audible under the water.
Finally, with a few last judders, the motion stopped, and only then did he release the nipple from his mouth and emerged above the water. Sucking in a huge breath of air, he leaned against the enormous boob. On the other side, Jessica was leaning on her tits too, the strength having left her from the powerful orgasm that had wracked her body.
Of course she could have nipple orgasms, he thought. She was his perfect girl, after all.
Jessica panted heavily, and looked at him with a primal need that was almost scary. He leaned forward on her tit, pulling himself up a bit, and kissed her again. The kiss was wild and passionate, Jessica devouring his mouth with wanton desire.
"That was beyond intense," she sighed when they broke apart. They were both leaning on her boob, their faces mere centimetres apart as he sank deeply into her soft flesh. "It's been a while since I came that way, and I don't remember it ever being this good."
Erik was happy; his philosophy, when it came to pleasure, was that you should always try to give more than you received. And he knew that with Jessica, he'd be receiving a lot.
Leaning against the huge tit, he could feel his cock press against the velvety skin. His balls ached for release from an entire week of being stimulated by Jessica's presence. Sure, he'd jerked off a few times—he didn't think he could've survived otherwise—but that was never a substitute for the real thing.
She motioned for him to get off her, and he stood up, admiring her abundance. She stood as well, raising her humongous assets above the water. Their heaviness visibly returned, and for the first time he could see how she had to work to lift them. Water ran off the sides of her humongous boobs, cascading down back into the pool. The bikini rested uselessly on top of her left boob, and still half-covered her right nipple.
She reached behind her back, and pulled the string of her bikini. It came loose, and dropped into the water, floating away. Erik regarded it with a sense of melancholy; she'd looked so unbelievably sexy in that small bikini, he was almost sad to see it go. He chuckled inwardly when he realised he genuinely considered it to be small now. A week ago, if someone had shown him that bikini and told him there was a fully natural, otherwise slim girl who could fill it, he wouldn't have believed it. And Jessica didn't just fill it; she'd spilled out of it to a ludicrous degree.
He looked up, and saw the most amazing sight he'd ever laid eyes on. Jessica's wonders, free at last. Vast pale mountains hanging off her chest, obscuring her entire torso, and jutting out to the side. The most amazing rock-hard pink nipples topped them off, so incredibly huge. She smiled seductively and posed for him, jutting out her tremendous chest. She tried lifting them with her arms, the flesh flowing around her hands in defiance of her actions. She pushed her arms against their sides, squeezing them together.
He loved the way they deformed under her touch. It showed him how soft they were, affirming their naturalness. It was the thing that was always missing with fake boobs, and the reason he'd never been interested in them. He also loved how, even with her arms stretched out, she couldn't actually reach her nipples. She'd probably still be able to if she really tried and pushed her boobs down, but just holding them like that, the nipples were just a little bit out of her reach.
He vaguely recalled having thoughts about boobs needing to be in proportion to a girl's body in the past. He now recognised that as a blatant lie concocted by his subconscious to convince himself to be satisfied with regular breasts. Clearly, there was no such thing as too big. If anything, this was the correct proportion for a girl to have. He'd never seen anything remotely as sexy.
"So, what do you think?" She asked with a sultry voice.
He felt his cock twitch. "Incredible," he whispered in a low growl. "They're... you're more beautiful than I could've imagined."
"I can see you appreciate them," she said, and she started walking towards him. Her sensuous voice was plucking all the right strings, and he felt that if she said much more, he might come just from hearing it, if the sight of those incredible naked tits didn't get him first.
She pushed against him, his body wedging into her cleavage. She lowered herself, so they were floating in the water again, pulling him down with her chest. She pulled her tits apart, allowing him passage. His entire torso was surrounded by wet, smooth, warm skin. He was literally up to his neck in tits.
He extracted his arms from her cleavage, and hugged them around her neck as best he could. He kissed her again. Never before had he kissed a girl while being inside her cleavage. It was the strangest, yet most wonderful sensation.
He felt something against his dick, and he looked at her in surprise. She'd managed to slip her arm underneath her boob to get to him, and her hand wrapped around his member over the top of the trunks. He groaned as she moved her hand along the length of his cock.
"Very nice," she purred. "Wow, you're hard. You must really want to come."
If she kept talking like that, he would. He nodded, his breaths growing more rapid. She pulled the elastic of his trunks over the tip of his dick. He felt the bare skin of her fingers against him, and it took all his willpower to hold back. Her skin just felt so good; it was unlike any other hand job he'd ever received, though part of that was probably because he was inside her cleavage while she rubbed him.
"If I let you come now, will you be able to go again?" She growled.
"Probably," he squeaked. Normally, he took a little time to recover, but he was quite sure Jessica would have him hard again in no time.
She cocked her head slightly. "I guess if I don't, you wouldn't last very long when we... fuck." She whispered that last word, sending shivers down his spine. "Guess I don't have a choice."
Jessica released his dick, which confused him. He looked at her pleadingly, his eyes begging her to keep stroking his cock.
She winked at him. "I'm not going to use my hands, silly," she said. "Not when I have these."
She pushed him out of his cleavage, and put one huge tit against him. His dick pushed into the soft mass, poking her. He pulled down his trunks more, freeing his dick and balls. She walked forward, causing him to stumble back. His legs slid under the massive tit, her skin sliding along his rock-hard member.
She brought him to a shallower part, where he could sit on the bottom with his head still above water. His back was pushed against the side of the pool, and her enormous breast rested in his lap lightly as she crouched in front of him.
"Lean back a little," she instructed him. He did as she said, feeling the soft weight on top of his dick and his balls. This wasn't going to take long, he knew; the sensation was incredible.
She began to move back and forth. Her incredible boob slid over the top of him, rubbing against his dick. The buoyancy kept the full weight off him, so he could focus on the velvety soft, wet skin caressing his hard cock.
It was the weirdest boob job he'd ever received, and also the best. The water left just enough weight for there to be a delicious, sensual pressure on his legs. His cock pressed into her tit, her skin against the sensitive part on the underside. With every thrust, she shoved the enormous tit against his torso, the nipple bumping into his face.
His face contorted as he felt his balls contract. The amazing feeling of this gigantic piece of femininity rubbing against him was rapidly sending him over the edge. Combine that with the huge nipple he was kissing every time it came close to his face, and the gorgeous face of this angel looking at him lustfully, and he knew he couldn't hold on long.
"Do it," she said huskily. "Come all over my giant tits!"
He spasmed as he felt his dick pulse, thick streams of cum splashing against the bottom of her tit, mingling with the pool water. She kept moving, barely slowing her pace, stimulating him throughout his orgasm. He held onto the mighty breast, hugging himself into it as the powerful pleasure overtook his body.
When he calmed down, he looked Jessica in the eyes. "That was amazing," he told her.
"Too bad I couldn't see it," she said, biting her lower lip. "That felt like a lot."
Jessica stood up, lifting her tits off him, and he got up too. She eyed his still semi-hard dick, which was oozing the last drops of cum. "Very nice," she said again. "You'd better make good on your promise. I want that dick."
He could already feel his dick reacting to the sound of her sexy voice, and the sight of her glistening wet monsters. He knew it wouldn't be difficult to get hard again. "I don't think it'll be a problem. Sorry I came in your pool," he said, grinning.
"The filters will take care of that," she said. "Next time, though, I want it all for myself."
She walked past him, and he put his hand on her boob, dragging it along the side. "Damn, these things are amazing," he said. "Not that the rest of you isn't," he added quickly.
"Thanks," she said. "They're all yours now, to fondle, and kiss, and grab, and hug... whenever you want."
She knew exactly what to say to get his blood pumping again, didn't she? She sounded like she meant it, too. He was looking forward to Monday, when they'd have class again together, to see just how far she was willing to take that. Knowing Jessica, he was guessing pretty far.
She walked up the steps out of the pool, and opened a big basket that sat near the edge, retrieving a couple of towels. "Let's take this inside," she said.
He eagerly followed her. Once he was back on land, he removed his trunks, which had still been around his knees. Jessica was watching him, staring at his crotch without shame, a look of sheer lust in her eyes. Her sexual appetite almost seemed frightening, though he couldn't wait to put it to the test.
He quickly dried himself off, and watched Jessica rub the fluffy towel over her body.
She saw him look. "Well, don't just stand there," she told him. "Help me towel off! There's parts of me that are difficult for me to reach, you know."
With a dazed expression, he took another towel and began to rub the front of her expansive chest. She sighed contentedly when he wrapped them in the soft fabric, and shivered when he rubbed them on her nipples.
"God, that feels good," she sighed. "They always get so sensitive when I'm horny, and I don't think I've ever been this horny."
"How do you think I feel?" He said, chuckling. "I'm the one in the presence of a tit-goddess."
"Stop putting yourself down," she told him plainly. "You think I expected for even one second, when I walked into that lecture hall, that I would meet the perfect guy? I wasn't kidding about how rare it is to find the right combination of nice, handsome, sexy, attracted to me, and not scared of me. I would've been happy just to find a friend, and instead I got you. I'm the lucky one here."
"I guess we're both lucky," he declared, giving her boob a quick squeeze with the towel.
"It also helps that you were very, very good at handling my nipples. That has never made me come like that before."
"I live to serve your breasts, my goddess," he said, and bent forward to kiss the soft skin of her boob.
She giggled, and put the towel away. She took his hand, and pulled him behind her into the house.
Walking behind her, her butt was just too irresistible. He gave it a quick slap with his free hand, then squeezed. Firm yet supple, just the way he liked it. Her narrow waist made an hourglass with her shoulders and her hips, and he caressed her smooth curves as they were walking. He slid his hand around her waist, underneath her boobs, and stroked her flat stomach. Her tits pushed down on his arm while he did so.
They didn't make it very far. By the time they walked through the sliding glass doors back inside, they were kissing again, Erik hugging her from behind with his left arm, while his right was still around her waist, trapped by the sensuous weight of her boobs. His cock, growing harder again, pressed against the small of her back. His arm leaned on the shelf of her breasts, sinking deeply into them as he pulled her close to him. Her kisses became more intense as he moved his other hand from her stomach to her ass, then slipping it in between her legs.
His fingers touched the damp cloth covering her pussy, and rubbed her lips softly through the fabric. Because the bikini bottoms were still wet from the pool, he couldn't tell if she was wet herself, though he could feel her heat.
She whimpered as his fingers lightly brushed her clit. She reached an arm behind her back, and her hand closed around his growing hardness. Growing bolder, Erik pulled aside the flimsy fabric, and pushed his fingers against her lips. He slid one in between them, and found her hole. She was definitely very wet. He spread the wetness over her pussy with his finger, and rubbed it against her clit. She moaned loudly, her knees weakening.
She turned around to face him, but hadn't taken her size into account. Her humongous tits smashed into him, knocking him off his feet. He fell back on the soft carpet, fortunately not very hard.
"I'm sorry," she moaned as she looked at him feverishly. "I just want it so bad."
She bent forward, and walked towards him. Her heavy breasts hung pendulously underneath her, and she dragged them over his legs. His dick almost returned to full hardness as it was enveloped in her cleavage. They pushed against his torso, and forced him to lie flat on his back on the plush carpet. She moved to the side a little, putting one breast squarely on top of him.
The weight was overwhelming as she bent down further, resting the massive tit on top of him. Her nipple pushed into his cheek, and he struggled to breathe as she kept lowering, putting more and more of her weight on top of him.
For a moment, he was afraid she might actually crush him, though in truth her tit wasn't that heavy yet. Give it a couple of years, though... that thought made him hard as steel again.
Jessica wrapped her hand around his member, stroking it appreciatively. "Ooh yeah," she moaned. "That's what I want."
She took off the bikini bottoms, and centred herself again, putting a boob on either side of him. She crouched down over his dick, close enough for him to feel her heat.
He stopped her. "I have a rubber in my wallet," he said. He wasn't about to do anything they'd regret now.
"I'm clean, and on the pill," she told him, the need in her voice obvious. "How about you?"
"Clean the last time I was checked," he told her truthfully. "I haven't been with anyone since then."
"Good," she moaned, and lowered her pussy slightly. Her lips surrounded the head of his cock.
"Jessica..." he groaned, though in truth he knew he wouldn't have the willpower to stop her.
"I'm going to trust you," she said. "If you lied, I'll kill you, understand?"
He nodded, unable to speak. Deep down he knew this might not be the best decision, but if they were truly both clean... it wasn't like he was capable of arguing anyway, with her hotness enveloping the head of his cock. It felt incredible; it'd been so long since he'd gone raw, he'd almost forgotten how much better it felt.
She sat down, and he grunted as he entered her. Like every other part of her, Jessica's pussy was perfect. It felt hot and tight around his cock, and he was very happy he'd already come before; if he hadn't, he would've lasted less than a second in this moist, heavenly feeling.
She sat up, and began to grind her pussy on his dick, moaning loudly. He thrust his own hips counter to her movement, building a rhythm, though it was somewhat difficult on the hard surface of the floor. Still, he couldn't have been doing too badly, judging by her reactions.
It was another brand new experience for him. Usually, he enjoyed watching a girl's boobs bounce while she rode him. If they were big enough, he would even cup them with his hands, and play with the nipples. This, though, was entirely different. Jessica's massive tits rested on his stomach and chest, and spilled off to the side of him. They sloshed heavily as she moved back and forth, which was hypnotising to watch.
He only had to sit up slightly, lifting his head a little bit, to have his face in her unbelievable cleavage. Her breasts rolled back and forth around his head, and he tried to kiss them, which only seemed to increase Jessica's fervour. Her nipples were above him, and he reached out his hands to squeeze them, which she rewarded with more moans.
"Yes!" She squealed. "Unh! Worship my tits!"
"I love your huge tits!" He yelled, knowing instinctively what she wanted to hear. "I love feeling your enormous mountains on top of me as you fuck me!"
He squeezed the nipples hard as he felt her pussy begin to contract around his cock. She leaned forward, burying her head in her own tits to muffle her screams. Her tits rolled over him, enveloping his head as he continued to play with her nipples while she was coming. Her pussy felt like it was milking his dick, her powerful inner muscles squeezing around him. He was determined not to let it get to him, and give her more before he'd come again.
She collapsed onto her tits—and by extension, onto him—panting heavily. "Oh god, that felt good. I love your hard cock."
Erik could only grunt in reply. In truth, he was surprised himself. It was pretty rare for him to manage to make a girl come from intercourse when doing it for the first time. He couldn't take all the credit, though; Jessica seemed to have done most of the work.
She sat up a little straighter, lifting some of the weight of her tits off his torso. He took the opportunity to squeeze his arms underneath them, and he grabbed her hips, pushing her down on his cock as she resumed grinding him. Her pussy felt so good, he just hoped he could last a bit longer and give her another orgasm!
She switched tactics, moving up and down his shaft. She bounced on his cock, which had interesting effects on her tits. The huge mountains lifted off him every time she came up, and slammed down on his body as she came down. It felt like he was being pounded into the ground by the heaviest, softest pillows ever. It knocked the wind out of him every time, and he loved every second of it.
Again, that strangely enticing thought that had entered his mind several times since he'd met her returned: the thought of her growing even bigger. How long would it be before she was big enough to cover his head in this position? How long until a single tit would dwarf his body? He wanted to be there when it happened, and he hoped their relationship would last that long, quite apart from the fact that he'd already decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
"Your tits will keep growing, right?" He asked her as she continued riding him.
"Yeah," she groaned, not slowing down her bouncing. "Why?"
"Does that excite you?"
"Oh god yes!" She screamed, cradling her massive chest in her arms. "I can't wait!"
"Neither can I!" He called. "I want them to be as big as possible! Bigger than me! So big and vast and wonderful! I love your growing tits! I hope they never stop!"
It had the effect he hoped for, and he felt her come again, even harder. Her sexy cries reverberated through the house as she seemed to come endlessly, and he hugged his arms around her huge chest, squeezing it while her orgasmic spasms caused them to wobble and bounce all over him.
When she finally calmed down again, she rolled off him, leaving his dick, wet with her juices, sticking up in the cool conditioned air. Her chest spread out on either side of her as she lay on her back, the huge nipples sticking straight up. Erik still had a hard time believing how firm and full they were.
"Sorry..." she panted. "Just... too much..."
Her whole body was sweaty, and her hair, still wet from the pool, lay dishevelled around her head. It was an unbelievably sexy sight. Erik sat up, leaned against her boob, and cupped her face with his hand. She rubbed her cheek against his palm affectionately.
"Never..." she began, still panting. "Never... no guy has ever said... they want them to be bigger. They... always ask if... it's gonna stop... even if they liked them. Always... talk about... impractical. You... best ever!"
It seemed like she was going to pass out if she didn't stop to catch her breath. She took his hand in hers, and kissed it, looking at him adoringly.
"I meant it," he said sincerely. "I can't stop thinking about it; ever since you told me they were still getting bigger... I want to see it so badly! I don't know what's gotten into me."
"I've never been ashamed to say I love my tits," she told him. "But to admit I want them even bigger... how excited it makes me to think I'll be as big as my mom one day... I can barely admit that to myself. And you like it?"
He nodded, and leaned over to kiss her; the sweet, tender kiss of two lovers.
"It won't be soon, though," she told him, a bit sadly. "It's a slow process."
"Some things are worth waiting for," he said truthfully. It wasn't as if he was dissatisfied with her current size, after all. Quite the contrary.
Jessica felt his dick push against her tit. "Seems like we still have some unfinished business, don't we?"
He nodded, swallowing. He really did want to come again.
"Come on," she said, sitting up. "Let's go upstairs."
He stood up, and grabbed both her hands to pull her up. He marvelled at how heavy she was, knowing that a lot of her weight had to be in her boobs. Because of how big they were, he ended up back in her cleavage when she stood. "My new favourite place to be," he said happily.
"Really?" She asked. "You wouldn't rather be underneath them? Or sucking on them?"
"Those are all my new favourite places," he said, grinning.
She hugged him, her boobs surrounding him, and kissed him softly. "I like you in here," she said softly. "It feels good."
Her tits pressed against him firmly, their weight pulling them together. He felt his dick against her stomach, cushioned on both sides by her warm breastflesh. "It feels good for me too... Imagine what it's going to be like when my whole body fits in between your tits," he said.
"Oh god," she moaned, clearly excited by the idea. "You really want them to get bigger, don't you?"
He nodded, and kissed her again.
"I can't believe I actually found a guy who wants me to grow," she sighed. "Where have you been all my life?"
"I still don't believe it myself," he said, shrugging. "I never thought I'd want something like that. But I really, truly do. I love your tits; how could more ever be a bad thing?"
"Damn, you're amazing," she told him, lust returning to her face. "Now, let's take care of that dick of yours!" She teased, and stepped back, extracting him from her cleavage.
She ran up the stairs, and he came up behind her, admiring her bouncing boobs. He also got a great view of her perfect ass and her still wet pussy. He still wasn't used to how beautiful she was, and her naked form was just amazing to behold from any angle.
She darted into her room, and Erik followed. She sat on the edge of her bed, hugging those gigantic beauties. Erik kneeled down in front of her, and ran his tongue around her nipple. He proceeded to kiss the giant nub, while rubbing his hands all over her skin.
She let herself fall back, and Erik followed. He lay on top of Jessica's tit, rubbing his body and face into it. His head sank into the malleable flesh; he couldn't get over how soft she was! This is how boobs were meant to be, he decided. Forget ordinary sizes; he knew now that in order to properly enjoy boobs, you had to be able to surround yourself with them.
He sucked on her nipple, and Jessica responded immediately. "God, you're good at that," she moaned.
Erik looked at the magnificent tits spread out on the bed. He just loved the way they flattened out when she was laying down, especially how they didn't flatten nearly as much as he would've expected. They were just so unbelievably full!
He pulled himself up, and sat astride the huge tit sideways. Another moment that made him realise the strangeness of the whole situation. These tits were big enough for him to sit on, a leg on each side; one by her head, one by her legs. His balls rested on her areola, his cock rubbing against the nipple.
"I'm not too heavy for you, am I?" He asked her.
"Noooo!" She squealed. "I love it! It makes me feel so big!"
He moved back and forth, causing the flesh beneath him to slosh around like a waterbed. He rubbed his cock against her hard nipple, knowing that he could probably make himself come this way. He wanted to see his cum splatter all over those enormous tits. On the other hand, her pussy had felt so incredibly good; he wanted more of that.
Jessica had wriggled her arm under her boob to bring her hand to her pussy, and was fingering herself, playing with her clit as he rode her tit. Her face was flushed, and her brow was dripping sweat. Realising what was going on, he brought his hands into the mix. He squeezed and caressed her big nipple, while rubbing his cock over her areola and the rest of her tit.
It seemed to build a bit slower this time, and he could see it coming. Her body began to buck, and it felt like she was trying to throw him off as she was coming again. Her loud, sexy moans were music to his ears, and the orgasm seemed to last a long time.
"That's a new one," she panted. "Simultaneous genital and nipple orgasms!"
"That looked intense," he said.
She nodded. "Oh yes," she said. "God, my pussy's so wet. I want you inside me again!"
Reluctantly, Erik climbed off her tit, deliberately dragging his cock over her soft skin. He left a trail of precum as he went; he wouldn't be able to last much longer.
She moved to the middle of her huge bed, and turned over on her stomach. She was actually resting on her enormous tits, the huge pair forming pillows beneath her, bulging out from under her. Her ass stuck into the air invitingly, her legs spread apart, opening the folds of her pussy.
She looked over her shoulder, giving him a smouldering look. "Take me, Erik," she begged him. "Use me to make you come."
He sat on his knees behind her, admiring her delicious ass. He rubbed his hands over it, and gave it a quick spank, eliciting a moan. "Mmm, you like that?" He asked her.
"Yes!" She moaned. "Do it! Make me yours!"
That was an invitation he couldn't refuse. His dick was almost painfully hard as he entered her again, the folds of her pussy swallowing his cock.
He began to move, slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace. He slammed into her, faster and faster, holding on to her hips. Her ass slapped against his stomach with every stroke, and he saw her rock back-and-forth on top of her magnificent chest.
He'd always liked doggy-style, but his one regret had always been that he couldn't see the girl's tits while doing it. Occasionally, he'd lean forward and fondle them from behind while fucking, but that was not a position he could stay in very long. With Jessica, her enormous tits were not only plainly visible, holding her up as she took his pounding, they were in easy reach.
She moaned loudly with every stroke, her incredibly wet pussy delivering so much pleasure to his cock. Her screams intensified as he picked up the pace. His hands clutched her ass; it was almost as if he was using her pussy to jerk himself off.
"Yes!" She shouted. "Your cock feels so good inside me!"
He watched as she rocked back-and-forth on her gigantic tits. Her arms were holding them, squeezing her tits to increase her own pleasure. Her sensual moans brought a fire to his mind, and he knew he was getting close.
He leaned forward, and lay down on her back. Spreading his arms, he hugged her massive tits from behind, grabbing as much of them as he could. His arms sank into the soft skin, that incredible feeling that he loved so much. He continued moving his hips, thrusting into her, as he rubbed his hands over her smooth, sweaty skin. Her scent was overwhelming as he lay there, and her pussy squeezed his cock in such a delightful way. He couldn't hold on anymore.
He exploded. Stars appeared in front of his eyes as pleasure coursed through his whole body. He pumped stream after stream into her hot pussy, ejaculating like never before while kneading her humongous tits with his arms. He grunted and groaned as Jessica's sexy voice encouraged him, begged him for more of his cum!
He collapsed on top of her, his softening dick still inside her. "Damn," he panted, idly stroking her huge tits with his hands. "I thought that was going to be the end of me."
"That felt like so much cum..." she sighed happily.
His dick slipped out of her, and he lay next to her, on top of her tit. He looked at Jessica, at the beautiful, amazing girl that had just given him so much pleasure, and he knew this was only the beginning.
***
Erik awoke sometime during the night, feeling a strange weight on his chest. It was already starting to get light out, and he opened his eyes. The weight, he found out, was one of Jessica's enormous tits. At some point during the night she must've rolled over, pinning him under the giant boob. The other one lay on top of it, doubling the weight. He was amazed he hadn't woken up when it happened; then again, after the events of last night, it was no surprise he was thoroughly knocked out. He still felt tired, so they couldn't have been asleep for that long yet.
After the first round, they'd laid in her bed talking for a long time, until Jessica was miraculously able to rouse his dick once again. He hadn't thought it was possible, but she was just so incredible, so gorgeous, and so sexy, his body couldn't help but respond. They'd had sex until he thought he had no more left to give, and then she managed to get some more.
It was past three in the morning by the time they fell asleep, him cradling Jessica in his arms from behind. And the dreams he'd had... dreams of Jessica's colossal bust, growing even bigger. He knew it would be years, but he could be patient. And truthfully, he liked the idea that her chest would develop along with their relationship. It seemed appropriate somehow.
He looked over at his... girlfriend? Surely he could call her that now. She looked so peaceful, still fast asleep, so innocent. But he knew what that amazing body was capable of now, and innocence had nothing to do with it. He longed to repeat some of the night's experiences, and to find new ways of enjoying her insane bust, which was currently crushing him in a delightful way. After he got some more sleep, though; he still felt thoroughly drained from last night, in more ways than one.
If he could go back in time one week and tell himself what was going to happen, he'd have himself committed. This was beyond unbelievable. He'd never really believed in the concept of a soulmate, but Jessica and him were just so compatible it was almost unnerving. Their personalities, their sense of humour, and, as he'd found out, their sexual desires were very similar. It was almost as if they were made for each other.
And she was gorgeous! So beautiful in every single way, even if you didn't count the insane bust. He still didn't understand how such a goddess could want him, but she very clearly did. He'd never had a girl that was so into him. He'd only known her for less than a week, and already he knew he could never live without her anymore.
Extracting an arm from underneath her, he stroked the surface of the huge tit that was on top of him. They truly were amazing, he thought. He'd never seen anything sexier than that colossal pair, especially naked like this. The sheets were loosely draped over them, though it did little to hide her from him. And they felt divine, so velvety soft and warm. He wouldn't mind waking up like this every day from now on.
His dick was also underneath the enormous mass, and it was beginning to react to the erotic pressure. How was that even possible, after last night? She was just so amazingly hot, his body was powerless to resist her. She was going to be the death of him, if they kept this up.
She whimpered, and stirred a little. Careful not to wake her up, he pulled the covers up, covering himself and Jessica a little better. He kissed her forehead, and she snuggled against him in her sleep, a contented expression returning to her face. Her gentle breathing caused her breasts to move ever so slightly as they lay on top of him.
How could it not have been a dream? Erik still couldn't wrap his head around the events of the previous night. He looked at the face of this angel, and he felt so incredibly lucky to have found her. Her hot body and incredibly vast chest were definitely amazing, but it was her beautiful soul that had claimed his love. He knew he belonged to this stunning, kind and sexy girl, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Still caressing the huge boob on top of him, he drifted back to sleep.