Paul opened his eyes but could not see anything. He was lying on his side, his face half buried in a pillow, the blankets pulled up all the way over his head. His free hand moved toward his face so he could rub his eyes, but on the way there it encountered a warm, naked shoulder.
His brief confusion was erased by a flood of memories. Memories of the night before. That wasn't a dream, he realized. Nor is this just a pillow my face is pressed against.
His fingers traced the curve of her shoulder and down her arm. It was bent at the elbow, and his hand followed her forearm as it crossed his neck, tracing around her wrist to the back of her hand. Her fingers were splayed across the back of his head. They cradled him against her incredible, glorious chest as she slept.
Paul could feel his penis becoming achingly hard, swelling against a smooth leg somewhere down south in the mess of blankets and sheets.
He listened to her slow, soft breathing and felt her chest slowly rise and fall. The breastflesh against his face was very warm and somewhat sticky, as he discovered when he tried to shift his head a bit to relieve a cramp in his neck. He slid his fingers away from her hand, around his head, until the fingertips landed on the side of her breast and sank in.
So incredible, so absolutely incredible...
Very gently, so as not to awaken her, he caressed that soft warm flesh. His fingertips encountered the bumpy areola very close to his mouth, and he knew that if he moved them just a little bit further down, they would encounter her most wonderful nipple. A nipple that he had sucked on so much last night; intense, lusty suckling while her hands clasped his head and mashed his face into her heaving mounds.
Paul's fingers traced a circle around the nipple as he wondered if it was still erect, maybe even sore from all that sucking and munching. As he continued to gently caress and fondle her breast, deliberately avoiding her tasty nipple for now, his mind played back all of last night's incredible lovemaking, pressing the mental pause and rewind buttons over and over, then going back even further, reviewing the events that had brought him to this amazing state of affairs...
"Excuse me, um, are you Paul?"
Her voice broke his concentration, causing the fingers of his left hand to land on the wrong keys and produce a grating PLONK instead of the accompanying chord he'd been striving for the past fifteen minutes to perfect. His head swiveled toward her just in time to see her fingers go to her mouth as she stifled a giggle and muttered, "sorry."
His snappy reply died in his throat, so stricken dumb was he by the beauty of the young lady standing next to him.
"Uh, yes, are you Lauren?"
"Mmm hmmmm," she said as she nodded vigorously, sending waves down the long, brunette hair cascading over her shoulders. "I'm sorry to disturb you, you were playing so well!"
"Th-thank you," Paul managed to reply as he continued to stare at the goddess whom the fates had picked to be the voice major his professor had assigned to him.
Her face was turning beet-red as she blushed under the weight of his stare. Finally he managed to tear his eyes away from her face, but he made the serious mistake of looking at her chest instead. The notebook that she clasped against her bosom with both hands (oh lucky notebook!) did little to obscure the sheer immensity and amazing roundness of the breasts underneath her tight sweater.
"Um, well..." she managed to say.
In his mind, Paul could practically hear the RRRRRIIIIPP! as he tore his gaze away from her, like pulling apart two strips of Velcro.
Now he was blushing too. "Uh, s-sorry, anyway..." His voice died away to an awkward silence.
Lauren shyly held out her notebook to him. "I have some sheet music in here, they're for you to play while I sing."
Paul accepted the notebook, opened it, and flipped through the pages, quickly glancing at each one. Then he looked up at her again and nodded.
"Okay, which one do you want to d-do first?"
"Ummmm..." She reached across the notebook and turned the pages until she found what she was looking for. "This one."
"Il mio bel foco" by Benedetto Marcello. "Hmmmm, okay, I think I can handle this!" He propped the notebook up against the flimsy plastic music stand, then punched several buttons on the Yamaha keyboard to obtain the kind of sound he thought would be appropriate. He nodded to her, and she stood next to the keyboard and clasped her hands below her stomach. Her huge chest, her forearms, and her hands formed a kind of cave in which Paul would have given his right arm to snuggle his head. He had to RRRRRRIIIIPP his eyes away from her again to look at the sheet music.
After a few deep breaths to relax himself, he began to play.
When Lauren began to sing, Paul felt a surge of something throughout his body, nearly causing his fingers to stumble on the keys. Her voice was as beautiful as the rest of her!
The next hour passed in a kind of daze for Paul. They performed only two songs, but repeated each one several times, sometimes starting all over again when Paul's concentration broke and he messed up his playing, or his new singing partner forgot what words came next (she insisted on singing without her notes in front of her). He was constantly aware, crotch-stiffeningly aware of the beautiful buxom goddess so close to him, singing with a voice that reminded him of Christine on his "Phantom of the Opera" CD, her massive chest heaving as her voice filled the small practice room and beyond.
His hands and her voice grew tired, and they decided to call it a night. Had Paul been a football jock he would have no doubt turned on the charm and invited Lauren to dinner or a movie or his apartment or whatever. For this shy piano major, however, it was an exciting event just to be able to walk with the beautiful young lady to one of the small liberal-arts college's boarding houses where she was presently residing. She stood on the porch, smiled sweetly, and waved him good night, and he reluctantly turned and left.
As soon as Paul was home in his little apartment, he sprawled on his bed, not even bothering to undress. Lauren was in his head. He could not get her out of his head. She was beautiful. She was gorgeous. Her chest was so big, so full, so round...
I had no idea the professor was going to assign me somebody from Voluptuous magazine, he thought with a smile. Reaching under his bed, he brought out a copy of said magazine, and gazed upon the lovely face and figure of Chloe Vevrier for a few minutes. Then he sighed and put the magazine down.
I'm sorry Chloe, but you have finally been surpassed.
Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evening they met in the practice room, and she sang for an hour as he accompanied her on the piano. He eagerly looked forward to these evenings, and each time he tried to work up the courage to ask her out. But he just could not do it; her beauty was like a shield around a starship, a highly advanced geek deflector. Only a rich cute hunk could bust through that shield. There is just no way she would ever want me.
One late evening, almost midnight in fact, Paul was walking past the student housing when he spotted a lone figure on the porch of Lauren's place, backlit by a bright light on the wall. He stopped and looked carefully, and the curvaceous figure suddenly looked toward him and waved. With a smile and a very warm feeling inside, he strode up the walkway to her porch.
"Hi!" she said, beaming. She had on a long dress that, despite its conservative cut, hugged her wonderful curves very nicely.
"Uh, hi! Can I join you?"
In answer, Lauren beckoned to a cushioned bench set on one edge of the porch. They sat down together.
"It's late!" the goddess said. "What are you doing up and out so late?"
"Well, I was just visiting a friend over there..." Paul pointed to one of the other boarding houses. "...and I was just heading home when I saw you. Any what are you doing up so late?"
"Oh, it's such a nice clear evening, and I just couldn't sleep, so I was just sitting out here and, you know, reading and looking at the stars and stuff."
"And what were you reading?" Paul craned his head so he could see the book that was sitting on the little table next to Lauren's end of the bench. Giggling, Lauren quickly reached over to cover the title of the book with her hand, but not quickly enough.
"Hmmmm I saw that, looked like one of those trashy romances! You like to read those?"
She looked at him shyly, like she was confessing to some formerly hidden sin. "Well yeah, I like to imagine myself, well you know, swept off my feet by, you know..." Her sentence trailed off as she blushed.
They just looked at each other awkwardly for a moment, then Paul looked away.
"Um," Lauren said, "do you want to come in and have a drink or something? I have some sodas in the fridge, and could make some hot chocolate, mmmm I love that!" She hopped up on her feet, her big chest bouncing in a way that grabbed Paul's eyes and held on.
"Uh okay!" he replied as he got up to follow her. She seemed so excited to have company, and he certainly didn't have any other plans for the evening! She was already through the front door and inside the little house before he even started walking from the bench.
Inside, he gazed around at her living space: quite neat and tidy, not the usual student's room with clothes and books and stuff scattered all around like a tornado just passed through.
"It looks so neat, do you live here yourself?"
Lauren laughed. "Oh no, there's three of us here most of the time. Jill's gone off somewhere with her weird boyfriend for the weekend, and Lisa is staying with a friend of hers tonight. Gave me a chance to clean the place up, my roommates are so messy! So what will you have to drink?"
"Um, that hot chocolate sounded good..."
"Good!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Me too." She went into the little kitchen and started pulling cups and saucers out of a cabinet. Paul sat down on the couch in the living room and watched his beautiful new friend work in the kitchen. He was glad that she was not facing him directly; he could stare at her incredible body and beautiful face and long hair that went almost to the small of her back, and she did not seem to notice. She hummed to herself as she heated water in the microwave and made two cups of hot chocolate.
Soon she came out of the kitchen, a steaming cup in each hand. She handed one to Paul and sat down next to him, crossing one leg over the other. Oh how I wish that dress were shorter!
At first they talked about the music practice that they'd been doing over the past few weeks, deciding what they needed to concentrate on in the sessions ahead, and what new songs they should try together. Then that subject dried up, and they just sat together on the couch and sipped their hot chocolate.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she suddenly asked.
"Um, well, no, not now. I've had a few in the past, but, well, they just weren't my type..."
"In what way?" she asked, looking at him seriously.
"Well, um, they were nice and all, but, um, well..."
"Well what?" she prodded with a smile and a twirl of her hand in an "out with it!" gesture.
Now Paul was doing the blushing. "Well, I don't know if I should say it, I mean, um..."
"I'm your friend, you can tell me!"
"Um, well, they were flat."
"Um yeah, flat. You know, flat-chested." He looked down at his lap to avoid seeing the inevitable angry response. It was a very nice friendship while it lasted...
Lauren just looked at him for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Was that so hard to say?" she asked in between giggles.
"Well, in present company, I wasn't sure..." he replied, still blushing quite deeply.
"And I thought I was shy! You're silly..." She suddenly got up, swooped up the empty cups, and strode back into the kitchen. After depositing the dishes in the sink, she returned to the couch and sat down next to Paul again. Then, as he gazed up at her, she allowed herself to slowly fall over sideways until she came up against the thickly-padded arm of the couch. She giggled, making her chest jiggle wonderfully. Paul found himself staring again, and quickly averted his gaze.
"Paul," she said. "Look at me."
He did so gladly. She was so very beautiful.
"We're friends, okay? You don't have to keep looking away like that."
Paul just blushed deeply. Now he really didn't know where to look!
"Do you like to look at me, Paul?"
She was looking at him so seriously now.
"Oh wow..." He blushed again and looked away, up, down.
Paul muttered something.
"What was that?" Lauren reached over, placed her fingers under his chin, and lifted his head up. "I couldn't hear that."
"I can't help staring at you because you're the sexiest, most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He was blushing madly now, and looking back down at his lap.
After a period of silence that likely seemed much longer than it really was, he looked at her again. She wore a quirky smile.
"Are you serious?"
He just nodded, and looked down at his lap again. He felt a mix of wild emotions inside of him: happiness that he was here so close to her, not a small amount of lust because she was so sexy, and fear now that he no doubt had made her angry. She's gonna kick me right out of the house now...
"Wow," was all she said, then she fell silent.
Horny thoughts flitted through Paul's mind. He looked up at her again.
Lauren smiled and asked, "what are you thinking about?"
"Um well, I was just wondering, do you have anything in your closet that you wouldn't dare wear in public, like on campus?"
She pursed her wonderfully kissable lips as she thought a moment. "Mmmmmmm, yes I do! Why?"
"Um, oh nothing, I mean, I was just wondering if you would model it for me."
Lauren gave him a shocked look, then grinned a great big grin as she quickly got up. Bounding sexily out of the room, she yelled, "be right back!"
Oh wow, is she going to actually DO it???
Paul waited on the sofa, and when his musical partner returned, he was absolutely floored.
She stood before him wearing a tight, thin knit shirt, cut very low at the neck, with several buttons down the front. It was a bit too small for her, and her massive melons were pushed together and upward inside it, overflowing at the top. Her jutting chest lifted the bottom of the shirt so that her navel was exposed. Below that was a pair of faded denim cutoff shorts. He had never seen so much of her legs before. They were so smooth and sexy.
"So what do you think?" she asked innocently.
"Duh duh guuuuuhhhh..." he replied as he gazed upon her with undisguised lust.
Lauren giggled and waved a finger at her. "Now now, be nice! I'm just doing this because you're my friend!" With that, she struck a chest-jutting pose with her arms over her head and her head thrown back. Paul could see the tops of her areolae peeking above the low neckline of her shirt. He gasped.
"No way would I wear this in public," she purred as she assumed a different pose. As she moved around, the exposed tops of her breasts sloshed and wiggled like Jello. Oh how that turned Paul on so intensely! His cock was a throbbing steel bar in his pants. Did she even realize what she was doing to him?
"What do you want me to do now?" she asked him in a throaty voice.
"Um, I think you should undo that top button." Oh please oh please oh please...
"Oh you do, eh? Well okay, but just because you're my friend!" With that, her fingers slid across her ample bosom and slowly undid that button. When she was done, the weight of her breasts caused the shirt to quickly spread apart there, exposing quite a bit of the deep canyon in between her incredible mounds.
Paul could not even think about not staring any more. He gazed into the canyon so longingly. He wanted to mash his face in there and start licking...
"Would you like me to undo the next one?" she asked sweetly.
He just nodded.
Her lucky fingers slid to that button and slowly, maddeningly slowly, undid it.
The shirt spread open more, her whole bosom sank down a bit, and now he could see much more of her areolae, as well as much more of that wonderful canyon.
Only one button left. Will she do it? And if she does, can I keep myself from coming right away??
That poor button was really straining to stay closed. The fabric around it was really stretched, and Paul could see her skin right through the weave.
"Oh dear," she said softly, "I think this button is going to break. I better undo it too." Her fingers slid to the final button and unhooked it.
Her shirt flew wide open, and her breasts flopped down and outward, forming huge flesh torpedoes aimed at either side of Paul's head. He just stared and stared. He had never seen boobs so incredible, so delicious, not even in a magazine. Each areola formed a dark pink nosecone, several inches in diameter, with a rippled, bumpy texture very different from the smooth flesh surrounding it. In the center of each was, of course, a nipple, the same color as the areolae, just a little bit firm now, jutting just enough to tease.
Lauren shook her chest just a little bit, making those massive mountains jiggle and swing from side to side.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Beautiful," he sighed. "So incredibly beautiful."
"Mmmmm good. Now could you show me something?"
He just nodded, in a daze, still staring at her incredible mountains which hung about a foot in front of his face.
"Unzip your pants for me. I want to see your, you know..."
His fingers slid to his crotch, which was bulging quite noticeably. He undid the clasp, then pulled the zipper slowly down. Immediately his hard cock pressed outward, fighting against the fabric of his underwear covering it, wanting to burst free. He reached in and took hold of the top of his underwear, and slowly pulled it down as Lauren watched, seemingly spellbound.
His shaft appeared between his hands. He held it up for her to gaze upon. He could hear her sucking air slowly through her lips.
"Oh Paul, it looks so nice." That was barely above a whisper.
He held it between his fingers and waved it from side to side, then caressed it with his fingertips, making it swell even more, grow absolutely rock-hard. He had to be careful here -- he was so incredibly horny now, so very close to coming right away if he stimulated his cock too much!
Lauren sank down to her knees and held her breasts up with her hands. They were so big that they spilled over and around her palms and fingers. She stared at his penis with wide-eyed wonder.
She slowly leaned forward, and Paul spread his legs apart as her torse came between them. She held a breast so that the nipple was barely an inch from the tip of his cock. He held it up, straight up. If he let it go, it would flop against that delicious tit.
Lauren stretched that tit forward slowly, slowly, until the nipple touched Paul's penis, right at the very tip.
It took a great deal of willpower to avoid shooting his cum all over that massive melon right then!
"You know," she said very softly, "I've never seen one before."
"Mmmmm hmmmm. This is my very first time. I've never done anything like this before."
As she spoke, she encircled her nipple with her fingers and slowly and tenderly rubbed that nipple around the tip of his cock.
It occured to Paul just then that this was the first time they had ever touched each other. Oh what a way to touch for the first time!!
Paul moaned with the incredible sensation, and held his cock still while she caressed it with her nipple.
So much incredible titflesh was poised above his penis as she slid her nipple around and around its head. If she lowered her chest she could have buried that hard cock completely with one big soft boob. Instead, she continued to tease him with that nipple, now sliding it down the side of his dick, all the way to his balls, then slowly back up the other side.
"Does this feel good?" she asked.
"Oh yes, very good!"
She spent several minutes caressing his cock with that nipple, never touching any other part of her breast against it, just that nipple, which was now nice and erect and oh-so-suckable!
He held his cock with only one hand now, and let his other hand drift up until his fingers made contact with soft, warm breastflesh.
"Mmmmmmmnnggghhh," she breathed as his fingertips pressed upward, sinking into that glorious flesh. He reveled in it, wiggling his fingers, stroking that smooth skin, pressing into it, feeling it swell around his fingertips.
She lifted her breasts up with her hands and presented them to him, holding them up right in front of his face for lusty inspection.
His hands went to them and began to play.
Lauren moaned and sighed with delight as Paul caressed and squeezed and kneaded and explored her big breasts. She giggled as she shook them against his hands, then moaned some more as his fingers closed on them, trapping helpless titflesh in his grip, squeezing, pulling, mashing those incredible tits. Her nipples grew hard and erect and his fingers were all over them too, playing with them, exploring them, pinching, rolling, stretching them. She showed him how hard he could stretch them, then moaned even louder as he stretched each one out and stroked it along its stretched length.
"I want to suck on them..."
As soon as he said that, Lauren rammed her chest forward, burying his face in her floppy tits. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face even tighter against herself.
His hands went to the sides of her breasts and sank into them, mashing titflesh against his face, mashing it into his mouth, shoveling it in so he could suck on it with intense hunger. He felt an erect nipple slip inside his mouth, and he crammed it in deep with his fingers, and sucked on it, sucked on it, sucked on it, mashing it with his tongue, lashing at it with his tongue. Lauren's moans were louder now and nearly continuous.
For at least a half hour he continued to suck on and play with her massive melons, kneading and squeezing them, kissing and licking them, oh they were such wonderful suck and squeeze toys! Finally he stopped not because he wanted to, but because his fingers and wrists and mouth were worn out from heaving around all that delicious breastflesh. He gazed longingly up at her as he let her breasts slip away from his tired fingers. She gazed right back as her lips parted and descended to his.
They would remember their first kiss for as long as they lived, it was so incredibly long and passionate. At first it was a bit awkward (neither had ever kissed like this before!), but they stayed locked together and their tongues probled and explored. They quickly got the hang of it as their passion rapidly grew, and their lips pressed hard together, ground together, and their tongues danced a fiery dance of unrestrained lust.
Many minutes later their lips finally parted.
After that, she took matters into her own hands (and breasts). She buried his cock in her tits, shaking her chest all around, grinding her tits around his crotch, suffocating his dick in hot titflesh. Then her hands closed in on the whole mass, pressing her boobs hard against his cock and lifting it straight up. Trapped inside all that delicious breast his hard cock was helpless, a rock-hard toy for her to have her way with, and have her way with it she did!
Paul's hands dug into the couch cushions as Lauren vigorously tit-fucked him. She mashed her breasts together and stroked them up and down with that tasty meat trapped in the middle. Paul had never felt anything so exquisite before. It was amazing how close to orgasm it brought him, keeping him right on the edge without going over for such a nice long time.
When he finally climaxed, it startled Lauren and she let out a yelp as his hot cum spurted all over the top of her tits, as well as her neck and face! She giggled as she stroked his dick hard, pumping that cum out, reveling in it, lapping at it, tasting it for the first time. Paul reached out to her breasts and helped her smear his cum all over her breasts. She licked the sticky cum off his cock and fingers and from her own breasts as well.
After all this they were both very tired, and they staggered to her bed, stumbling and giggling. There they held each other and kissed and fondled and explored each other's body. Lauren cradled Paul's head against her big soft breasts; she loved the feel of his head there, especially his warm breath against the bare skin of her breast. Soon he was asleep, his head still nestled in those fabulous pillows.
Now here he was, awake with his head still pressed against Lauren's fabulous mountains of sucking pleasure, the memories of last night going through his head, and his hard cock pressing against her leg. He reached up and gently eased the blanket off his head so he could see the beautiful goddess whose body was his to play with right now...
Lauren woke with a yelp as a horny lust monster attacked and devoured her tasty, helpless breasts!
Her boobs quaked and shook and beat against his face as he groped and kneaded them. His tongue slid all over the jiggling flesh, licking, lapping, swirling around the nipples, then dive-bombing them. Lauren's hands flew to the back of his head and gripped his scalp as he opened his mouth wide and sucked a nipple and as much titflesh as he could into his mouth. His cheeks sucked inward as he slurped and munched with incredible horniness. She heaved her chest up and down, ramming her tit into his mouth, fucking his mouth with her incredible breast.
Like the night before, he played with and feasted on her wobbling wonders until his fingers gave out, and then he sent his tongue plunging into her mouth and they kissed with wild morning passion, tightly embracing each other and rolling all over the bed, making a tangled mess of the blankets and sheets.
Before she even realized what she was doing, Lauren had guided one of Paul's hands in between her thighs, and his fingers started pawing at her wet pussy lips while they continued to kiss. Then Paul suddenly realized what his fingers were stroking and he just gazed into her eyes.
"Mmmnnnggghhhhh that feels good don't stop..." Her fingers spread across his and pressed them firmly against her cunt.
"Well let's just see what we've got here..." Paul slid his tongue down her neck and between her breasts, down her stomach, below her navel, until it encountered hair. Then he was staring at Lauren's pussy, his wet fingers already upon them, playing with the soft pink lips. He had never seen one before, except in magazines and the occasional X-rated movie. He wasn't quite sure what to do with it, but her moans as his fingers slid up and down against those wet lips told him he must be doing something right, so he kept right on caressing and massaging and stroking them.
"Yesssss, ooohhh Paul......." She grabbed handfuls of sheet and moaned with the wonderful sensations she felt down there.
That must be the clitoris, he thought, and let his tongue descend upon the vulnerable fold of flesh. Lauren's whole body bucked, and she let out an especially throaty moan.
Paul closed his lips around her clit and gently suckled on it and lapped at it. His helpless lover was practically screaming his name now. Her fingers dug into his hair as she pulled his face down hard against her cunt. His tongue had nowhere to go but in between those wet lips, deep down inside.
It was a moment before he realized the significance of this: he was fucking her virgin pussy with his tongue!
With a horny GRRRRROOOOOWWWLLLL right into her pussy he munched and slurped on her flowing cunt while his tongue wiggled and darted and thrusted into her. Lauren's thighs clamped onto his head and her fingers raked through his hair, probably leaving red lines along his scalp. Her moans were so long and so loud that she was unable to sing for long at their next practice session. Her tits quaked and spasmed between her forearms, and Paul sent his hands up there on a grope and squeeze mission while he ate her alive.
He didn't realize it until she told him later, but he made her climax twice while eating her. What he did learn right away was that this was a messy business, and his mouth and cheeks and chin were dripping with her sweet-sour juices. When he was done ravaging her poor wet cunt, he buried his sloppy face between her tits and wiped the juices all over them while he sucked and munched on them some more.
The lovers spent the whole morning in bed, alternating between lovemaking and just snuggling together. They would have spent the whole day there if Lauren's roommate Lisa hadn't come noisily home around noon, dropping packages on the coffee table and calling Lauren's name. Lauren and Paul stumbled into the shower and stumbled right back out (after a bit of steamy wet groping), and hurredly got dressed as Lisa kept asking things through her door like "Lauren? What are you doing? Do you have company?" Finally they emerged from Lauren's bedroom, looking quite rumpled. Lisa looked at them both with great amusement, then laughed, yelled "all right Lauren!" and gave her a high-five.
Lauren slept at Paul's apartment that night (and many nights afterward), although "slept" was really not an accurate description of their time together -- her big breasts and sexy body were groped and squeezed and sucked and devoured over and over again...
But that's another story.
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