"I don't think you should come over tonight."
"Why not?" Elizabeth asked, surprised. She had been looking eagerly forward to visiting Jeff!
"Well," her lover responded on the phone, "I've been thinking about you all day. Had a pretty tough time getting any work done. And now I'm pretty damn horny. If you showed up, I'd probably rip your clothes right off, throw you on the bed, and have my way with you."
"Nnnnnnnggghhh, I see."
Elizabeth was stretched out on her sofa, and her shirt and bra were on the floor. She had been fondling her big, torpedo-like breasts, which got her thinking about Jeff, which prompted her to pick up the phone and call him. Now her free hand returned to her delicious boobs and rubbed them.
"I don't think I'd be able to control myself. Your body would be the target of my most base desires. You see the problem?"
"Mmmm hmmmm." Elizabeth cradled the phone between her ear and her shoulder, and wrapped her fingers around her massive melons, pushing them up into a twin-peaked mountain of jiggling flesh. Big, pink nipples stood erect on top, each one surrounded by a large, rust-colored areola that bulged outward from the surrounding breast. Her fingertips disappeared into folds of titflesh as she kneaded her breasts like dough. Her whole body began to writhe with the wonderful sensations she felt.
"But you couldn't really be that horny," she breathed as she twisted and pulled her nipples with her fingertips. "I mean, this would happen as soon as I show up?"
"Yes, probably as soon as the front door closes behind you."
"You'd really rip my clothes?"
"At least your shirt. Thinking of those big tits of your right now, oh jeez, I am so fucking horny..."
"But," she continued with an innocent tone to her voice, "you wouldn't just attack my tits, would you? They're so big and soft, they wouldn't stand a chance against your hands and mouth, ngggghhhhh..." One hand was down inside her pants now, fingers playing with her pussy lips. The other hand was squeezing a big delicious melon.
"Damn right I would. That's why you better not come over tonight."
Elizabeth looked at the clock on the wall. "I won't be over in, oh, thirty minutes."
"Okay then, I won't see you in thirty minutes. Love you."
"I love you too," she said happily, and hung up the phone. Then she fingered herself for a few minutes.
Ten minutes later she was in her car, driving on the freeway toward Jeff's house. She was wearing the skimpiest and sexiest cutoff jeans she could dig out of her dresser, along with an old T-shirt that was definitely too small. It did not even cover her tits all the way. She left her bra and panties at home. Her big nipples and puffy areolae pushed through the shirt's thin fabric.
So incredibly horny was she that she almost lifted her shirt up as she waited at the offramp's red light, to show off her incredible tits to the guy in the next lane who was obviously looking her over. If the light had not turned green when it did, she would likely have done so.
A few minutes later she pulled her Corolla into her boyfriend's driveway, next to his pickup. The excitement built within her as she approached his front door. She imagined that he might fling the door open at any moment and pounce on her.
There was a folded piece of paper taped to the door at eye level. She plucked it off, opened it, and read:
I'M HIDING TO PROTECT YOU - DON'T TRY TO FIND ME
"Mmmmmm." She wadded up the paper and stuffed it into her purse. Then she opened the door and went into his house.
It was dark and quiet.
"Nnnnnghh, in order to not find you," she said aloud, "I have to know where not to look!"
She started in the living room, creeping up to the sofa and peeking behind it, then the love seat. Into the kitchen she strode, peeking into the larger cabinets, expecting him to jump out and grab her delicious body at any moment...
"Mmmmm, good, I'm safe so far, no one here to grab me and have his way with my body..."
She opened the door to the garage and stepped inside. It was dark and creepy in there, with lots of places to hide. Elizabeth imagined him in his hiding place, gazing lustily at her as she lowly made her away around the garage, his eyes crawling over her yummy thighs and those big breasts that were trying to push their way out of her too-small shirt.
She bent down to look under his workbench. Her massive melons nearly spilled out of her shirt, and her sexy ass wagged in the air. At any moment he could come up behind her, yank her skimpy shorts down, and thrust his big cock right into her while his hands grasp her hanging udders...
A few minutes later she left the garage, passed through the kitchen, and headed down the hallway.
She poked her head into the TV room, but didn't bother to enter because she knew there was no place he could hide in there. The bathroom door was standing open, so she only needed to give it a brief glance. Then she opened the door to Jeff's bedroom.
It was especially dark in there, with all the blinds shut. She stepped inside and shut the door behind her. She could barely see, but she did not touch the light switch. The darkness and creepiness just made her all the more horny!
She stood next to his king-size bed and turned in place, looking at all the places he might be hiding.
"Nnnnggghhh, I hope he's not hiding in here," she said timidly, "because I'm feeling especially vulnerable and helpless right now."
Elizabeth got down on her knees, hesitated, then peeked under the bed. Too low, he wouldn't fit under there...
She got up and went to the tall antique wardrobe in the corner of the room. She braced herself, grabbed the handle, and opened the double doors...
Nothing but clothes. She sighed and closed the doors. Then she turned to the door of the walk-in closet.
Her hands slid up inside her shirt and played with her big tits for a moment. Then she reached out and put her fingers on the knob. After hesitating a moment, she opened the door.
Clothes hung from rods that ran the length of the closet on both sides. Large boxes were stacked helter-skelter on the floor. She stepped in.
Suits and sportcoats hung to her left. She pulled each one to the side to look between and behind. Further on down were shirts and pants. She peeked between each one. Then she turned to the other side, and started poking through the clothes that hung there.
She shoved a particularly large bathrobe to one side to reveal a muscular, hulking, naked lust monster that immediately pounced on her.
Elizabeth shrieked and giggled.
The lust monster wrapped its beefy arms around her delicious body. Big hands pawed at her chest. They sought soft, warm titflesh, but encountered cotton fabric instead. The monster bunched its fists, grabbing hold of the thin cloth, and yanked outward. Her shirt ripped right down the front, and her huge tits bounced out. The big hands immediately went to them and squeezed them with lusty abandon.
She made plaintive "help! Help!" noises, and struggled to free herself from the clutches of the lust monster. Her yummy body writhed and ground against his, serving only to fuel his raging horniness. He picked up her helpless body, carried her out of the closet, and dropped her on top of the bed. Her tits rippled and undulated before flattening out into great big pancakes of pure kneading and sucking pleasure.
The lust monster grabbed her shorts and quickly slid them down her sexy legs, flinging them into a corner. Elizabeth writhed her body, making her boobs ripple like an agitated body of water.
"RRRAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!" The monster descended upon her. Jeff buried his face in her tits, pressing them against his head with his hands. No gentle licking and caressing now -- he was way past that point. Her helpless tits were the objects of lust-crazed munching, sucking, squeezing, and DEVOURING!
His hard cock rubbed and batted against her crotch, and eventually it hit the mark and shoved deep into her. Elizabeth yelped with delight as his balls beat against her. Her hands grasped his muscular back, and her fingernails dug in.
While mercilessly fucking her, Jeff continued to mash her tits between his hands as his teeth, lips and tongue molested her tasty nipples. His powerful hip muscles thrust his hard shaft in and out of her as his hands kneaded her tits like bread dough. His lips found hers, and his tongue dove inside her mouth. They kissed with wild passion.
Elizabeth did not regret ignoring her lover's warning to stay away. On the contrary, she enjoyed the consequences nearly all night long. And, when Jeff woke up with the side of his head buried in one of her succulent tits, he became a raging lust monster again, waking her up by absolutely devouring her tits while fucking her silly with his rested and reinvigorated shaft. Elizabeth could barely walk for the rest of that day.
Jeff called at her at work late in the afternoon, warning her again to stay away that evening. Elizabeth smiled as she hung up the phone, and her hand slid underneath her desk to her sore pussy and stroked it lightly. She looked forward to another long night, "staying away" from the lust monster.