She stepped forward, and I began unwrapping this unexpected early Christmas present. There were a dozen or more little hooks to undo, the tedious process adding to my anticipation and fueling my raging hard-on. As I released each one, the straining corset gaped open more and more, giving me tantalizing glimpses of jiggling femininity. Once I reached the bottom of the bra cups, her huge tits spilled out of the lacy contraption into my waiting hands. I don’t know what letter was on her bra, but these were the biggest breasts I had ever held before. They were pure white globes of succulent flesh, with massive pale pink areolae the size of saucers and surprisingly small nipples perched in the middle.
“Do you like them?” Jill asked, a tremor in her voice.
“God, yes!” I exclaimed reverently. “They’re magnificent.” I held the right one in both hands, amazed at how the soft sack of womanhood spilled over the sides of my palms. I stroked the jiggling sphere softly, admiring the way the pink nub of nipple responded to my touch, its pebbly, rosy tissue rising proudly to erection.
“You can suck it if you want,” she said softly. I didn’t need to be told twice. Despite having just drained Gabrielle’s milk jugs, I was ready for more. No such thing as too much tit, in my book! I stuck out my moist tongue, and traced a path across her breast. She sighed and closed her eyes. I drew circles of saliva around her breast, spiraling in to the nipple, which I caressed with my lips before sucking it deeply into my mouth. She moaned softly, breathing heavily. I nibbled on her stiff peak, stretching the tender flesh with my teeth. She gasped a breathless “Oh!”
I licked her nub once more then turned my attention to the other side, making a meal of her quivering boob. I then grasped both of her jugs, and turning them inward, managed to get both nipples at once into my mouth, rubbing them against each other while sucking, licking, and biting them with abandon. When she had been reduced to hoarse cries and grunts, I backed off, resting my head on the swell of her belly, my hands pressing her mammoth mammaries against the sides of my face. I was cradled in soft female flesh and it felt wonderful. She smelled lightly of baby powder, with just a hint of the aroma of her wet pussy now rising from her nether parts.
I lifted my head off the soft pillow of her belly reluctantly, and realized the corset was still half-attached, clinging to her wide hips. The lower half had a zipper, and came off much easier. I dropped it down to join her top, drinking in the sight of her exaggerated hourglass figure. She looked like one of those fertility dolls you see in the museums—all breasts and belly, and all of it firm and beautiful, not droopy in the slightest. She still had on her back lace panties, and I slowly pulled them down, revealing a smooth, plump, hairless mound between her legs.
I planted a kiss on her chubby little twat as I worked her drawers off. She stepped out of them, eyes wide and bosom heaving. I caressed her big ass cheeks, kneading the buttocks like dough, and planted more kisses on her perfumed pussy. She smelled tart and slightly fishy, but not unpleasant. I slowly slid my tongue up her crack from the point where her inner labia peeked out of the bottom to the little Y-shaped crease where the outer labia met at the top. I loved the sweet and savory taste of her now slick lips. Her outer lips were so plump they hid the little pink petals inside. I only got one nice long taste of the delicate folds within before she shoved me away and dropped to the sand in front of me.
“I’m feeling bad!” she crooned. “I’m such a naughty girl! I want to be your slut!” Jill practically ripped off my pants and shorts, freeing my throbbing cock. She wasted no time in gobbling my knob, her hands, lips and tongue working together to bring me to a frenzy in no time. My sack was dripping with spit by the time she finished, suddenly dropping to her hands and knees in front of me and thrusting that bubble butt at me.
“I’m so bad! Spank me! I need to be punished. Hit me now, please!” she whined. “I need to be punished. Be firm with me, Dave!” she pleaded.
I’ve never been into S&M, but hey, it was her party. I was just along for the ride. I slapped her right ass cheek with a resounding SMACK!, drawing a squeal of either pain or pleasure (or both) from her.
“Again!” she cried. “Harder!”
I whacked her again, leaving a bright red handprint on her ass, then attacked the other cheek. She was moaning, and reached up between her legs to frig herself with one hand while I spanked her. Squelching noises emanated from her crotch as she strummed her clit frantically. Her pussy was dripping rivulets of honey down her chubby thighs, and the heady scent was making my cock ache with desire. After a few more whacks, she rolled onto her back, splaying her legs apart as far as they would go. “Fuck me now!” she screamed. Her enormous boobs drooped to either side of her, resting on the sand. Her pink gash gleamed wetly at me as her engorged lips parted in anticipation of a good reaming.
I climbed aboard the Jill Morgan express, plowing into her quivering cunt with my erect meat. It was like making love to a waterbed! Her sopping wet pussy swallowed my turgid cock avidly, the slippery folds caressing me intimately as I pounded them. Her belly and boobs jiggled back and forth in time to my thrusts, and she was soft and smooth where my weight rested on her. So this is what the world of big, beautiful women is like! I thought. I could get used to this.
Her bouncing mams were staring me in the face, and I couldn’t resist attacking them. I sucked the stiff nipples harder than ever, and stretched the puckered tissue of her areolae with my teeth.
“Bite them!” she moaned in ecstasy. I complied, gently nipping at the left one, which was currently in my mouth.
“Harder!” she insisted breathlessly. I chomped down, just short of drawing blood. Her head flew back, her mouth opened silently, and I thought I had gone too far. Her wrenching cry of “God, yes!” and the onset of a shuddering orgasm that had me rocking and rolling on the sea of her belly proved me wrong. I continued chewing her teats and drawing mews of pleasure from her as I thrust faster and faster into her, reaching my own climax. Her orgasm must have lasted 2 full minutes until I finally shot my load deep inside her and collapsed on to the soft expanse of her body, my head resting on one of those exquisite flesh pillows.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” she purred, caressing my hair. “That was nice!”
“Shit yes!” I agreed between gasps. “You are one hot fucking lady!”
She laughed and hugged my head, her arms squashing her breasts against my cheeks in a soft embrace. “I have so much passion stored up, it’s like a dam breaking when I let it out. I like wearing corsets and lingerie at work. It makes me feel sexy. I keep hoping for a chance to show them to a man who likes my body. It looks like I finally found one. I’m glad I was able to make you feel good!”
I propped myself up on my arms. “You are definitely sexy!” I said fervently. “I hope we can do this again sometime.”
“I think that can be arranged,” she said with a smile. “I may need to trade off with Sharon, though. I think she’s hoping for a repeat performance, too.”
Oh, man! I thought. What had I gotten myself into? I was completely exhausted, and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. I was going to have to name this place ‘Fantasy Island’ I mused, since it seemed that every fantasy I had ever had was coming to life here. I almost expected Mr. Roarke to pop out of the bushes, Tattoo scuttling along behind him. The improbability of it all struck me, but no sooner had the thought popped into my head, it seemed to be pushed right out again in a wave of acceptance. This is all meant to be, I realized. Everything is going to be all right. I believed this with the sincerity of a brainwashed cult follower, and only a tiny part of my brain wondered why.
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