I woke up early this morning the best way possible: with both of my nipples deep inside my honey’s mouth. He was sucking and chewing on them so ravenously. His fingers mashed deep into them. His cock, so wonderfully hard, pressed and rubbed against my thigh.
Oh how I LOVE to be woken up like that!!
The best part, of course, was when that hard cock suddenly thrust into my helpless cunt. After that I was a moaning, shrieking fuck toy.
The only problem with starting my day that way is that it makes me so fucking horny the whole rest of the day!
After having my brains fucked out (am I using the word “fuck” too much here? Sorry, I told you I was horny!), I remained in bed, my naked body surrounded by messed-up sheets and blankets. Rob got up and took a shower, and then he went somewhere else in the house.
An hour later I got up and took my shower too. Then I put on my favorite denim shorts and really skimpy halter-top. You know, the yellow one that ties in the front. A nice big knot that is so easy to grab and pull. So easy to yank it right off my body, mmnnnggghhh…
I left the bedroom and walked quickly down the hall. I heard voices coming from the living room. Is there someone else here? I wondered. We were not expecting any guests. But when I entered the room, I found my husband and a younger man sitting side-by-side on the sofa. I did not recognize the man, but he was quite handsome. Both of them were looking down at some sheets of paper that were spread across the coffee table.
At first I was a bit upset at Rob because he had not warned me that a stranger was here. I could easily have wandered in naked!
Then I started to wonder: maybe that is what he was
hoping I would do!
Rob looked up at me with a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry, I totally forgot he was coming today!” Then he proceeded to introduce me to his company’s newest programmer.
I took Roger’s hand and shook it firmly. He nodded and smiled nervously at me. I felt warm and tingly. Yes, really quite handsome, mmmmmm…
I could feel the horniness and naughtiness growing inside me as I sat down on the couch next to Roger. I really wanted to rip off my top and mash my big boobies around somebody’s face, or their hard cock…
“So, what brings you out to our hillbilly neck of the woods?” I asked.
“The company is sending me to an important meeting in San Francisco,” he replied, “and I thought I’d come by here since it’s on the way. I’ve wanted to see how Rob lives!”
His voice was so deep and rich, I wanted to tape it so I could listen to it over and over.
“So what’s all this stuff?” I asked, waving at the documents on the table.
Rob answered, “just boring, dry work stuff. Requirements specifications for our bid at San Francisco Airport. That’s what I’ve been working late nights on for the past week.”
I nodded. He definitely has been burning the midnight oil lately! Coming to bed too late and tired to have his way with me and fuck me senseless, too. Good thing there is always the morning.
“We were just reviewing some last minute stuff,” my husband continued.
After concluding what seemed to be some internal debate in his mind, Roger turned to me and looked me square in the eye and said with his wonderful deep voice, “and to be honest, I also came here so I could finally meet you!”
“Really?” I said. I am sure I was blushing pretty hard just then.
Roger nodded. “Sometimes a group of us from the office get together after work at the Irish pub just down the street. After a few beers, you know, lips start moving freely. I’ve heard some interesting stories from the guys who’ve stayed here!”
I had to grin at that. On the other side of his junior coworker, Rob was covering his mouth, trying not to laugh.
Three of Rob’s coworkers have visited our house at one time or another, and all of them ultimately received the full face-burying treatment. I just cannot keep my big boobies to myself. They need lots of attention.
“Oh really? What kinds of stories?”
I innocently squeezed my chest between my forearms as I clasped my hands between my thighs.
“Um, well, you kinda have a reputation, you know? People seem to really like coming here.” His eyes strayed to my chest.
“Hmmmm, well, whatever they were saying, I can assure you they were totally true.”
Roger’s gaze lingered on my chest as I spoke. His eyes widened.
I could not hold back any longer. I suddenly grabbed his head and brought it down to my chest, mashing it deep into the fabric-covered titflesh. I wrapped my arms completely around his head, hugging it tight.
He laughed from deep within my cleavage. His hands slid around my back and spread across it. For at least a minute I just held him there like that. At the other end of the couch, Rob continued to leaf through his copy of the document, marking it with a felt-tip pen, and studiously pretending not to notice what was going on next to him.
“Good lord,” he said finally as he came up to catch his breath. His hands came around and positioned themselves at the knot beneath my breasts. “May I?”
“Mmmnnnggghh, absolutely.” I puffed out my chest, covering his hands with my big soft playthings. His fingers grasped the ends of the knot and pulled. The two sides of my top quickly parted, and my big boobies flopped down.
Roger slid his hands beneath my heavy torpedoes and lifted them up. “They’re so heavy,” he breathed.
“Mmm hmmm, a nice workout for your hands,” I purred in response.
He moved them up and down repeatedly, watching them flatten across his palms.
“I’ve never felt breasts so big,” he said. “You don’t mind…?”
“Mmmnnggghhh, feel them all you want.”
I was so amazingly horny. I love it when someone who has never played with big boobies like mine gets a hold of them for the first time! It turns me on so much to watch and feel them being explored and played with.
Roger’s fingers slid all over my breasts, caressing, poking, carefully squeezing. They came to my nipples and brushed against them. Now came the part I always REALLY enjoy…
“Are they sensitive?”
I answered his question in the way I have done many times before, when a horny guy is confronted with my big soft playthings for the first time and he asks about my nipples. I grabbed them with my own hands, pressed the nipples together, and shoved them hard into my mouth. I bit down on them, and let go of my breasts. The big heavy piles of titflesh sagged down, and the flesh around my nipples stretched several inches down from my mouth. Growling like a junkyard dog, I shook my head from side to side. My big boobies shook violently. I mashed my hands into them again, digging my fingers in deep. Lifting my head up with my nipples still caught between my teeth while pulling down with my fingers, I stretched the helpless flesh up, up, up. With rabid dog growls I shook my head (and my helpless boobies) yet again.
Roger watched all this with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. In a cartoon, it would have been on the floor.
When I opened my mouth, my breasts flopped down and jiggled deliciously before settling down. My nipples were huge and erect.
“Mmmnnnggghh, no, they’re not,” I purred.
His hands cupped my breasts again. My nipples pressed against his palms.
“May I…?” he started to ask.
“Don’t ask me that any more,” I replied lustily. I leaned forward and mashed my tits harder against his hands. Behind Roger, my husband quietly got up and retreated from the room, leaving me alone with this very horny man who had my titflesh squashed all around his fingers.
What followed was the most intense hour of mashing, squeezing, stretching, kneading, and SUCKING my poor helpless boobies have ever received! (They are still sore now as I type this, even after my husband generously massaged warm oil all over them.)
Roger must have had years of big-breast fantasies all built up, ready to unleash upon my heaving udders. He was an animal! His lips and tongue and fingers explored the entire surface of my breasts. Every inch of breastflesh got shoved into his mouth and sucked on at least once. It drives me absolutely WILD when the area of flesh about an inch beneath each nipple gets chewed and sucked on, and he soon found those zones and utterly devoured them. He was relentless. Totally, utterly consumed with breast-lust. I moaned so much that I barely have any voice left now.
My memory of the events after that is pretty hazy. I was so insanely horny. I remember that at one point Roger took off his belt and wrapped it around my breasts, cinching it tight and then utterly devouring the helpless flesh that was mashed together and upward. Down between my thighs, I had three of my fingers shoved deep inside me. My wrist quickly grew tired from the savage self-fucking; I needed help there! When I sensed one of Roger’s hands resting against my hip, I grabbed it and slapped his fingers hard against my wet cunt. With my fingers I mashed as many of his fingers as possible in between my pussy lips. Then I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, and I proceeded to use his hand like a dildo, yanking on it, RAMMING his fingers in and out of me. He got the message real quick, and he took over, FUCKING me so wonderfully HARD with his fingers. His lips and tongue, assisted by his other hand, continued their wonderful breastfeasting.
I must have climaxed at least twice during all that. (I have multiple orgasms quite easily, although I have been known to pass out after too many!)
Eventually his hard (and quite deliciously BIG) cock slapped down against one of my poor devoured breasts. I slapped my fingers against it and pressed its shaft hard against a nipple, mashing his cock deep into that willing titflesh. I wrapped that breast completely around his dick. He started to pump his hips back and forth, fucking my breast as I held the flesh tightly wrapped around his cock with both hands. (That is my favorite way to titfuck!) It was not long until I felt his spurting cum flying against and across my shoulder.
Roger scooped up the wayward cum with his hands and proceeded to massage it into my breasts. He just could not keep his hands off them! Mmmmmmhhhh it felt so good. I just lay there sighing and moaning softly. Suddenly his lips were pressed against mine. No way could I resist; I am a wild, passionate kisser. A hopeless kissaholic. I do not think he knew what he was getting into! My hands flew to the back of his head, and I pulled his mouth hard against mine as I thrust my tongue between his lips. That kiss lasted several minutes at least, followed by several more long ones with little rest breaks in between.
He is still here now. The lust monsters are in Rob’s “home office”, doing something work-related (I presume) on my husband’s computer. I am lying on the living room couch, fresh from the shower and wearing my thick fluffy robe, typing this on my laptop after playing some “Wizardry 8”.
Soreness or no, I fully expect to be sucked, fucked, and devoured again before the day is over. I will make sure of it, even if I have to walk naked into the computer room and beat on some lust monster heads with my big boobies.
Mmmmnnggghh, maybe I can get them to tie me up and have their way with me. I am so horny again just thinking about it!