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Mrs. B’s Story

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I suppose a lot of people would consider me to be a slut now. But I don’t think it’s my fault, really. I mean, what else could have happened?

I was one of those girls who started to flower into womanhood early. I was a skinny young girl who wore a B-cup brassiere when I was still in the sixth grade. I was completely embarrassed by my development. I dressed to avoid showing my rapidly blossoming femininity. Layered clothing became the norm along with a shoulders-hunched-forward posture.

I tried to hide my rapidly blossoming figure. To no avail. Growing as rapidly as I did it was impossible to hide my figure. I was going thru bras so fast!

But I soon learned that my developing figure made me popular with the boys and by junior high I had stopped trying to always hide my womanly figure.

When I was a senior I was carrying by far the largest breasts in school – a huge, out-thrust pair of natural Double F-cup wonders. In the tight sweaters and peasant blouses that were all the rage I was a stunning sight! I had a date every night that my parents would let me out of the house.

And, I must admit, I had developed a well-deserved reputation. My breasts are extremely sensitive! Once a boy got his hands on my tits my resistance faded to nothing. And my suitors were quick to discover my weakness. Many was the high school date that degenerated into a sweaty grope in the back seat of his dad’s car, the movie forgotten, while my lucky date pawed and squeezed my mammoth rack or sucked on my eagerly straining nipples while I gave him a hand job. Many days I attended school with my nipples still throbbing from the intense suckling they had received the night before.

In college nothing much changed except that I found that I loved to suck cock! With my plush lips wrapped around a straining dick I could really enjoy myself! And the young men I dated loved it as well! Some dates never got a chance to savor the tight moist love hole between my legs because I would exhaust them orally.

I wore the normal clothing of the period, neither flaunting nor hiding the huge bosom that required I buy custom bras and tailored dresses. Nothing off the rack would fit, I would buy something that fit my top and take in the bottom section. I became quite a seamstress! I was no longer ashamed of being the most top-heavy girl in school. I rather enjoyed being the constant focus of male attention. I dated as often as I wanted, of course, and continued to enjoy an extremely active sex life did.

And my boobs continued to expand. I proudly carried a set of milkers that defied gravity and did not really need the support of a bra! By the time I met my husband-to-be I was a colossal Double H. I was the object of the advances of every horny tit-loving college boy. I was proud of the admiring glances I got everywhere I went from the men, and that all of the girls were jealous of my figure. Some days I would not wear a bra, just so I could see boners sprout wherever I went.

Brad was a grad student older than I was by several years and he always treated me like a lady. He looked me in the eye, not in the chest. There was none of the back seat groping that had been my earlier experience. We went to the movies, dinners, and took long walks across campus. He was a real gentleman at all times and he kept his hands to himself. I appreciated his interest in what I had to say and enjoyed his sense of humor. As our relationship developed and I started to see Brad exclusively,I dressed, once again, in a more conservative manner. It seemed to be appropriate, somehow.

We were married the month following my graduation from college. It was only after we were married that I discovered the truth. It was not just that Brad was a gentleman, it was also that his sex drive was not nearly as strong as mine was. Sex with him was a once a month event. Usually over with quickly. Brad was not, as so many of my other lovers had been, a “boob man”. And he paid my breasts little attention. And, of course, as a result, I felt little incentive to display them either, buying minimizer bras and other clothes that once again downplayed my most prominent features.

I worked to be satisfied with my role; I joined the young woman’s church group, baked at home and became a good “haus Frau”.

Brad had found a good position as a research chemist at a large multinational corporation and focused himself entirely on work and being a “good provider” as he put it. He just provided very little for me between the sheets. As the months went by I adjusted to the much lower level of sexual activity.

Even with as little sex as we enjoyed it was inevitable that I became pregnant. It took two years into our marriage. With pregnancy came an increase in my breast size as well. An increase which my husband did not seem to appreciate.

With the birth of our daughter, Deirdre, I experienced yet another growth spurt. And my breasts retained their size despite my bottle feeding Deirdre at Brad’s insistence.

When Brad died in a plant accident a year and a half later, he left behind a young daughter and a wife whose sex life had diminished to a humdrum monotony and who habitually shrouded a massively generous figure from casual view. Because of insurance and a generous settlement I was set financially for life.

After a suitable period of mourning I started to date once again. I looked younger than I was – which I attributed to the wholesome life I had enjoyed. I was still a very attractive woman. And my figure still attracted plenty attention even though I chose not flaunt it.

And I found that I enjoyed dating. I enjoyed flirting with men once more, something that I had NEVER done while married! Many men asked me out. And I accepted a fair share of the invitations.

I rediscovered my enjoyment of sex. My vastly over-sized titties were still as sensitive as ever. Perhaps more so, due to the lack of stimulation that they had received from Brad.

But I found that the relationships were unfulfilling somehow. I could not imagine what was missing. But somehow, no matter what, every relationship ended quickly. The sex was not satisfying.

The men would arouse me wonderfully. They would suckle at my oversized nipples and grope my huge tits, and plush bottom. Then insert their rigid dicks into my cunt, thrust a couple of dozen times, and groan their relief as they spattered their discharge into my clutching cunt. Somehow I expected more! I was still a young woman with needs! Needs that were not to be satiated with a five minute interlude. Needs I often found myself meeting through masturbation after my date had left.

After several years of frustration I resigned myself to the use of dildoes and vibrators. Many nights I would play with myself, sucking my own hard-nippled tits, pounding a dildo in and out of my spasming cunt and teasing my clit with a vibrator. By burying my mouth in my tits I would stifle my cries of excitement as I came time after time. Although my daughter, Deirdre, slept in another part of the house I did not want to awaken her or embarrass myself by being too loud.

Over the years I devoted my self to raising my daughter. I became deeply involved with my local church. As I continued to dress conservatively I also stopped dating altogether. I desperately wanted to be a good role model for my wonderful growing young daughter.

By the time Deirdre was ready to graduate from High School I was nothing like the young woman that had fucked her way through college. I was an upstanding, church-going, single mother. I dressed to hide my plump and still over-ripe figure, I didn’t date – I focused my attention on my daughter.

Deirdre was a lovely, innocent young girl. While her figure was stunning she had been spared the travails I had suffered caused by my overly voluptuous figure. Deirdre was an otherwise slender eighteen year old girl who had developed to the point that she wore a 34EE bra the summer after her senior year in high school – which is when this story begins. As a loving parent I had tried my best to protect her from the nastier parts of the world. I was careful about whom she dated and made sure that she was always home at a decent hour.

During her last summer at home before college she began to date the young man next door. Harold was a bright boy, a little shy, and small for his age. While a year older than my Deirdre, he was in a grade behind her due to an extended childhood illness. I deemed him a suitable young man and allowed Deirdre to go out with him several times.

On the night before her departure for college Deirdre had her final date with Harold. As she had promised, she and Harold were back by 11 PM. As it was her last night at home for a while I permitted them to sit on the porch swing for a while after returning home.

I knew that Deirdre was a good girl and would not let things get out of hand. Nonetheless, I felt it my duty to keep a motherly eye on the young boy. And that is what sparked the events of this past year.

As I said, they were sitting on the swing on the front porch. I had not heard anything for several minutes so I peeked out the front door, which faced the swing. To my amusement the two young friends were kissing.

I was less amused to see that young Harold had put his hand under my Deirdre’s sweater and was attempting to fondle her! And to my complete dismay I noticed that Deirdre’s hand was on Harold’s thigh! And moving toward his crotch!

But all that was swept away as chaff before a tornado when I saw what was pulsing and visibly throbbing under the tight denim of Harold’s pant leg! My breath caught in my throat as I saw a thick, tubular shape which extended down his pant leg an unreasonably long way! Young Harold apparently had a prick at least twice the size of any I had ever seen! Feelings of arousal swept through me. I felt as if a switch had been tripped somewhere with in me. I felt my pussy moistening rapidly as I watched my daughter and her date.

Without taking time to think it over I snapped on the porch light and stepped outside. Confronting the guilty twosome I ordered Deirdre to bed and dismissed Harold on the spot, demanding that he go home. As he was half way down the stairs (with some difficulty I might add, as he seemed to be hunched over and limping somewhat) I thought to remind him that he had promised to mow the lawn the following day and I expected him to keep his promise.

That night I experienced the first wet dream that I had had in years. During the night I awoke, sweating. My thighs were wet with my love juices and my breasts throbbed with desire. My mind’s eye kept returning to the incredible sight of Harold’s pulsing member. I found myself caressing myself while I fantasized about it. What it would look like exposed? How large would it become? Was he a virile man or was he just a boy who put a sock in his pants as I had learned some boys did to fool young impressionable girls?

For the first time in years I masturbated to the thoughts that ran through my suddenly feverish mind. To my amazement I experienced a massive, multiple orgasm with only a little teasing of my turgid nipples and sopping wet cunt. Exhausted I slept soundly through the rest of the night. When I awoke my first thoughts were of the obscene sight I had observed the night before. It was all I could do not to finger myself before I got out of bed.

The next afternoon I returned home from the airport. The farewell had been very emotional. Deirdre would not be returning until the following summer, her scholarship was such that she was required to work during the usual holiday breaks. The next time we could hope to see each other would be late in June! Our tears had mingled as we hugged each other goodbye at the top of the airplane ramp-way.

On the way home all my thoughts were consumed with fantasies of Harold and his mammoth pole. The sight of his obscenely swollen crotch had driven all other thoughts from my mind. My pussy was leaking juice freely as I parked the car in my garage.

As I strode into the house from the detached garage I waved to Harold who was mowing the back yard. It was hot; he had removed his tee shirt. I had not before noticed how well muscled he was despite his short stature. Once inside the house I continued to observe him at his work. He had a gymnasts build. And I could not help but stare at the sumptuous bulge at the crotch of his shorts!

How could I attract his attention, I wondered?

Well, if Harold found my daughter’s body attractive, I thought, he would be completely bowled over by mine. True I had put on a few pounds over the past years. I was no longer as slim as I had been. But my breasts had retained their firmness and were much larger than Deirdre’s. Much, much larger I thought complacently as I regarded my reflection in the window.

I found my self plotting; wondering what I could wear that would attract the attention of the young man that was so diligently working in my back yard! I could scarcely believe it! I was actually planning to dress provocatively with the intention of getting Harold to spring a huge boner when he saw me! I wanted that young man! I wanted his dick! I wanted to see if the promise I thought I had seen in him the previous night could be brought to fruition!

In moments I found myself going thru my closet looking for an appropriate outfit. My legs were trembling and my palms sweating as I considered choice after choice. To my frustration I had nothing that was suitable! Too many years of being the proper church-going woman had left me with few choices of clothing for this occasion!

Finally, in the back of the closet I found an old blouse. Gauzy and sheer, I had never worn it without a slip underneath. It offered a square cut bodice that was cut high enough that it revealed no hint of cleavage. But if memory served, it would droop open if I leaned forward. I remembered Brad chastising me for it’s having done so once at a dinner party years ago! It had been designed to wear loose over a skirt but I had an idea that I thought would make it perfect for this (dare I think it?) seduction.

I grabbed a skirt and rummaged through my lingerie drawer. I quickly found an old garter belt and a pair of stockings. And a lacy pair of bikini panties that I had never been willing to throw out despite the lack of opportunities to wear such delicate and indiscrete under-things. Thank goodness for the pack-rat gene I giggled to myself.

Thinking quickly I picked up my favorite brassiere. It was, despite being industrial strength, quite pretty. Of course its cups were full cut but with my, um, excess of femininity, I still displayed a fetching cleavage I thought. I tightened up the shoulder straps as much as I could to provide as much up-lift as possible and tried it on.

Looking in the mirror I saw that, as I had hoped, my breasts rode much higher on my chest than usual. And with the tighter fit it had forced more of my breast flesh up and out. The jiggling line of cleavage seemed almost a foot long!

I hastily stepped into the dark skirt and pulled its zipper closed. It clung to my hips and butt like cling wrap: I’d put on a few pounds since the last time I’d worn it! Donning the blouse I fastened all of the myriad of buttons up the back. And as a finishing touch I tightened a broad black belt over the blouse. Taking a deep breath I tugged the blouse down as tight as I could under the belt whilst thrusting my chest as far forward as possible.

The effect was all that I could have hoped for! With my boobs piled as high as possible and the belt defining my waist the jut of my bosom was totally outlandish! I looked like a berserkly busty Barbie doll! The sight was guaranteed to arouse any man, let alone an impressionable, horny, teenage boy!

The bra was clearly outlined under the blouse and as I leaned forward I was pleased to see that the blouse gaped open as I had remembered, offering an unimpeded look at the overloaded bra and my massive bust trying to surge free. Experimentally I wiggled my shoulders and watched, raptly, as my bosom surged and fell in the cups of my bra. Even I was aroused at the sight!

I glanced out the window and saw that Harold was almost done with the yard. Going to the back door I called to him to stop in for ice tea after he finished and put away the lawn mower.

I made the iced tea at the kitchen sink and watched him as he tidied up the back yard. As he approached the back door he was carrying his tee shirt in his hand, the sweat that had beaded up on his body glistened in the mid afternoon sun.

“Put your shirt on the back of the couch” I called as he came in the door, ” I don’t want your sweat to stain the cushions.”

“Okay, Mrs. B” he replied.

Waiting a moment to allow him to get settled I took a deep breath and did my best to strut into the living room. It had been a long time since I had tried to make an impression like this but, judging from the gust of breath he let out as I entered, I had achieved my goal!

I could feel my breasts shivering and bouncing as I walked across the room. I made sure to land hard on my heels to impart the maximum movement. I carefully placed each foot directly in front of the other so that my hips swiveled provocatively.

He was goggle-eyed as I approached him. I could see his eyes following every movement of my bosom as I grew closer to him. Glancing down I confirmed what I had felt; my nipples were rock hard and noticeable thru the bra and thin blouse! They moved is small arcs despite the constraints of the bra! I was getting more aroused as I watched Harold watching me!

I placed the tray on the coffee table and fiddled with the pitcher and glasses on the tray, letting him get a long look down my blouse. I made sure to move my shoulders more than needed and cleverly squeezed my elbows together to push my boobs together, forcing a more prominent cleavage. A glance at his face told me that he was completely entranced staring at the milky white cleavage I had on display. He never even noticed I was watching while he stared at my boobs! I could see that his cock was racing toward a full erection. It looked to be huge!

Taking a glass I stepped around the coffee table and stood over him. I could barely see him over the thrust of my bosom. His view must have been awesome, indeed! With my breasts thrust so far out in front of me, he had to bend his neck far back in order to look me in the face. I made sure to stand with my shoulders thrown back and my chest out thrust as much as I could. I let him take his time looking at the huge shelf my breasts made under the tight blouse. I smiled gently down at him while his eyes wandered across the overhang of my boobs. I felt like a goddess as his eyes worshipped my fantastically oversized bosom. He was too young to try to hide what he was so fascinated with? the huge, massively rounded tits which overlapped my upper arms.

I curled my right leg under me as I sat as close to him as I could. My thigh touched his its entire length and I placed my right arm behind him as I handed him his glass with my left.

Gulping loudly he took it in both hands. I was amused to notice that even so it trembled badly in his grasp.

My breast was mashed solidly against his shoulder. I could feel his body tremble.

“My,” I cooed, “I had no idea you had so many tasty muscles.”


“And look at you, you’re still sweating.” Grinning salaciously I slowly drew my left index finger down his chest and across his stomach stopping just short of the waistband of his shorts.

Looking him straight in the eye I raised my finger to my mouth and, slowly extending my tongue, I licked off my finger and then sucked it all in. “Ohhh, tastes good!” I purred.


“Oh my, am I the cause of that?” I asked, pointing to his straining crotch. I blinked in disbelief at the size of the meaty tubular bulge.

“I guess I’d better help you with that. I can’t let you go out looking that way, what would the neighbors think?” I was smiling lustfully at him as I said it.

Moving slowly I shifted to my knees in front of him. “You’d better give me that,” I said taking the glass from his palsied fingers. “You wouldn’t want to spill it all over you, would you?”


I twisted from the waist to put the glass on the table behind me letting him get a real eyeful of the profile my immense breasts presented. He was panting loud enough now that I could hear each breath.

Turning back to him I fluttered my hands across his crotch, playfully teasing him. I could see a stain growing at the end of his massive prick, which stretched almost to the hem of his shorts.

“Why Harold! I better let this out before you split your shorts! How would you get home then?”


I unbuckled his belt and undid the button and zipper. With a trembling hand I reached in. His dick was so hard and so long that it took both hands and some help from Harold shifting his weight several times but we finally managed to pull his dick out of the leg of his shorts. As it lolled out in front of me I was stunned by the sight. I had never seen such a magnificent specimen! My love of cock sucking came back to me in a rush! I couldn’t wait to feel this massive dick between my lips!

So thick I was unable to encircle it with one hand, the head of his prong was way past his navel! It also had a gentle arch, which caused it to arc away from his body. This was a cock that was just made to be crammed down an eager, swallowing throat!

“Why Harold, I had no idea you had such a large cock! Do the girls at school know what you’ve been carrying around? Why I bet they fight for the chance to get you alone, hmmm?”

“N..n..nooo” he stammered as I slowly stroked his cock from root to head and back.

Copious amounts of pre-cum were oozing from the tip of his cock. I leaned forward and cat-licked up as much of it as I could which brought forth a deep groan from Harold. Tilting his cock toward me with just the tips of my fingers I ran my tongue around the rim of his cock head. The head seemed as large as a plum. As big as it was, the shaft behind it was thicker still and thickest of all at the root where it disappeared into the jungle of his cock fur. What a cunt stretcher I thought to myself!

Moaning deep in my throat I slipped my lips over the head, keeping my eyes locked on his. His eyes drifted shut as I sank lower and lower. I had almost a third of the shaft in my mouth when I could go no further.

I jacked off his prick slow and hard as I ran my lips and tongue up the knob and shaft. This boy’s prick was larger and stiffer than any I had ever seen.

Pressing my lips on the juicing tip of his cock I squeezed with both hands as I slowly opened my mouth again. The gurgling sound was obscene as I slowly stuffed as much cock into my mouth and throat as I could. My lips and face contorted around the thick shaft clogging my throat.

I nearly choked trying to get more of his dick into my throat. Wet slurping, smacking sounds were echoing off the walls of the living room as I tried my best to corral his huge dick. The sounds of my own oral love making only made me hornier. I started to suck even harder!

Lightly I began to bob up and down, fucking more and more of his boner down the back of my throat as I strained to adjust to his wrist-thick cock. Harold was groaning almost as loudly as my horny whimpering and juicy slurping. I felt my giant breasts wobbling up and down under my blouse. The movement brought my nipples to straining erection.

Incredibly, Harold boner got even stiffer between my lips, basting in my hot throat. His hands released their death grip on the cushions and his fingers twined into my hair, encouraging me to take more and more of his dick into my gullet. He started to rock his hips off the couch.

“Suck it, Mrs. B, suck it. I never felt anything so good,” he moaned.

The sounds of the blow-job were now very loud as I feverishly worked on his bloated cock. I nearly choked myself again as I took almost half of his dick down my throat.

Hungrily my tongue swirled around his cock, skirting the flared tip to lap up the prick juices bubbling from his balls. My fist tightened around the root of his cock and I beat him off into my mouth as hard as I could.

Harold grunted loudly as his body shook and he bucked his ass off the couch helplessly. My pussy was creaming heavily as I anticipated the salty explosion of cum. My boobs rocked and shook under the blouse and bra, the heavy bouncing increased my excitement! I sucked as hard as I could. I could feel the heat growing as my flushed face jammed back and forth on the massive pole of Harold’s cock.

Harold grimaced and his eyes flew open as his cock flexed strongly between my lips. It grew stiffer yet and then his mighty prick exploded!

Torrents of jism spurted out of his cock, completely filling my mouth and squirting down my throat. I barely had time to swallow before his next massive gush filled me to overflowing. Again and again and again, salty lashes of cum coated my tongue and throat. I was swallowing as fast as I could. I couldn’t keep up. I felt small streams of cock juice squeeze out of my tightly stretched lips and drool down my chin.

My hands kept pumping strong and hard as he continued to release massive spurts of cum into my eagerly sucking mouth. Slowly the torrential flood of jism eased as I continued to suck and lick his still hard dick.

Finally I had sucked up every last drop. Sitting back on my heels I looked proudly at Harold who was gasping for breath and shivering >from the strength of his ejaculation.

I kept stroking his dick with one hand while I used the other to chase down the streams of cum that had escaped my lips and shoveled them back in to my mouth. His dick was rock hard as I sat there and it seemed that it was loosing none of its stiffness.

I arched my back to relieve the tension that I had built up while crouching over his erection. I was pleased to see that his eyes were drawn immediately to my huge bosom. I took the time to stretch well while he watched. My breasts thrust forward strongly as I clasped my hands high over my head and stretched upwards. Slowly I swiveled from side to side, slowly shaking my immense bust beneath his thunderstruck gaze.

“Gosh Harold, it seems that we may need to do more work to relieve you of this swelling,” I giggled as I reached out and slowly ran both hands up and down his prick. “Why don’t we go into the bedroom where we can work in comfort.”

“‘kay, Mrs. B.” he gulped, still fighting to catch his breath.

Helping each other to our feet I led him by the cock to my bedroom and indicated that he should sit on the bed. His prick was still steel hard and throbbing as he sat down.

Somewhere along the way he had lost his shorts and shoes and he sat naked on the bed while I stood in front of him, still completely clothed. My chest heaved up and down as I caught my breath. Harold looked a little dazed but he never took his eyes off me.

“Now that we are here we can relax and do things properly”, I husked. ”

“Okay” he replied.

“Would you like me to take off my clothes?” I teased.

“Ohhhh, yeah!”

Smiling demurely I unfastened my belt, let it drop to the floor and then unzipped and wriggled out of my skirt. Wriggling like that, my breasts shook and shimmied under the loosened blouse, an action that caused Harold’s dick to start to throb and leak.

“You really like my titties don’t you Harold?” I asked, running my hands over the large cloth covered mounds.

Gulping, Harold just managed to nod in response.

I moved my hands down to the tips of my straining bosom and cupped my hands under my tits. I lifted and squeezed them as much as I could in the tight bra. I pinched my nipples, bringing a moan to my lips. Moving my hands lower I molded the sheer blouse tightly to the colossal curves underneath.

“I bet none of the girls at school have tits as big as these do they, Harold?” I gently shook them from side to side to demonstrate just how big they were.

“Gosh, no, Mrs. B.”, he stammered. “You have the biggest tits I’ve ever seen! Um, that is , I mean….”

“Well, isn’t that the nicest thing!” I simpered. “I’m glad you like my super big titties!” I was busy unbuttoning all the little buttons up the back of the blouse as I spoke.

Teasingly I slowly slid the blouse off my shoulders. I clutched it to my front, not letting him see the true size of my breasts. I loved the rapt look on Harold’s face. Once again his dick was oozing pre-cum. It looked so juicy and tasty I wanted to dive down on it at once, but I held off.

Slowly, teasingly, I allowed the concealing blouse to drift to the floor. Clad only in heels, stockings, panties and garter belt from the waist down I posed in front of Harold letting him drink in the sight of my vastly top heavy body. Although I was more than several pounds overweight, the fact was that all of Harold attention was fastened on the sight of the largest bra he had ever seen trying to contain my bosom.

I raised my hands behind my head forcing the bra to raise my breasts up and outward in offering. Taking a lingering moment to watch Harold looking at me I bathed in his adoring, lustful gaze.

Giggling, I began to shimmy and shake my bosom at him. My breasts leaped and quivered in their over burdened captivity. The jiggling line of my cleavage shimmied and shook, the breast flesh surging back and forth like the tides. Staring intently, Harold took hold of his dick and began stroking himself as he watched the titty show I was putting on for his benefit.

“Now, now, Harold. There is no reason for you to beat off when there is a willing, randy woman right here who wants to help you!” I cried as I dropped to my knees between his legs.

I gently removed his hands from his dick.

“If you want to feel something,” I husked, ” feel THESE.” I placed both his hands on my over stretched bra.

“Oh, my GOD!” he breathed as he shakily moved his hands all over the immense cups of my bra. “I never saw such a big bra, Mrs. B. you must have the biggest tits in town!” His enthusiasm was exciting. I had almost forgotten how much some men could enjoy what I had had to offer since young girl hood.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” I demurred. “There may be a woman who has bigger breasts.”

“Not unless she’s really fat!” He declared. “You aren’t fat, you just have the hugest boobs!” His hands continued to roam all over the upper part of my body, pinching, squeezing and cupping. He ran his fingers up and down the exposed cleavage between the bra cups.

“Well, I’m flattered that you like them so much,” I purred. “I like the way you are touching them. You make them feel so good.”

“Can I see, I mean, would you, um, take it off? Please.”

“Why, honey, would you like to see my naked titties?”

“Gosh, yes. How big, that is, I wonder, ahh…”

“You want to know what my measurements are? You can ask. Lots of men have wanted to know. I’m not embarrassed about having really large breasts. I like having huge tits. You like to look at them and touch them, don’t you Harold?”

“Gee, yes, Mrs. B. I never imagined anyone could have tits as big as these. No one I’ve ever seen is anywhere near as big as you are!” He was still fondling me and doing a good job of it, too!

“Well, honey, I wear a 42 Triple J cup bra. And I measure about 54 inches around!” His eyes widened in shock.

“Triple J? Wow! And 54 inches! That’s just incredible” his voice was cracking with excitement. I could see his dick pulsing and throbbing more strongly.

His hands had excited my tits, my nipples were as stiff as dowels, sticking out through the fabric of my bra.

I reached back and popped open the catches of the bra. I imagined that I heard the fabric groan in relief as the strain was released. I know I heard Harold groan as my breasts settled lower on my chest as the bra stopped supporting them high on my rib cage. My boobs spread out a little as they settled.

Harold hands left my tits only for the moment it took to discard the bra. Then he pressed my tits together and mashed his face into my cleavage. Sucking and licking he worshiped my breasts frantically. He switched from one nipple to the other, back and forth.

Cooing in pleasure I held him to my tits encouraging him to kiss and suck as much as he wanted. His face practically disappeared into the soft flesh of the deep cleavage as he nipped and licked all over.

As he sucked on one nipple he would pluck and caress the other tit, pulling the nipple as far out as possible, letting it snap back into shape, then molding and squeezing them into different shapes. Trying to press them flat against my chest, watching them spring back into the normal immense rounded curves, then once again basting my throbbing, hardened nipples in his warm mouth.

“Oh, Harold, Harold.” I panted. “You make my titties feel so gooood. Ahhh, I love that!” I felt like I could have achieved an orgasm if I had let him continue. But I wanted to try something else first.

“Harold,” I said, gently disengaging him from my warm, pink flushed breasts. “Harold, there is something that a woman like me can do that not many others can do. I think you’ll like it too. Would you like me to show you?”

His face wore a dazed expression and his hands continued to work over my boobies.

“Sure, what ever you say, Mrs. B” he declared gamely.

“I want to be sure that you have plenty of stamina when we fuck,” I whispered, watching his eyes widen when I used the word. “It seems that you have a lot of jism built up, so we need to take the edge off so you can spend a lot of time fucking me with your huge dick. You want to do that, right Harold?”

“S..s..sure, I do” he stammered.

“Okay, you lie back now honey, and watch this.” I pushed him gently until he was leaning back on his elbows.

Scooting up a bit more, I moved until my breasts overhung his crotch. Then using one hand to hold his incredibly thick dick steady, I lowered my breasts onto his groin, completely covering him from crotch to navel under the warm mountains of my tits.

Pulling his dick upright I sandwiched it between my tits.

Harold groaned in response as I mashed my titties around his dick. I rubbed hard, moving my hands in small circles on the outer swells of each immense tit. His dick was caught tight between the moving, flexing melons.

Then, squeezing hard, I alternated lifting and dropping one tit and then the other rolling his dick between my immense boobs.

“That feels super Mrs. B!” Harold moaned.

“You’ve got to have really big titties to do this”, I bragged, “particularly with a cock as long and thick as yours! How does this feel?”, I asked as I began to lift both tits up and down at the same time.

“G..g..great, I think I’m going to cum again”, he said as his eyes started to drift shut.

“Play with my nipples dear, I like to have you tweak and pinch ’em.”

His hands flew to grip the hard hubs and he raised his head to watch me as I continued to titty fuck his oozing dick. The seminal fluid was lubricating the passage of his immense dick as I pumped my tits up and down over his straining dick.

“I love this!” he exclaimed. “Your tits are so big and soft and warm. So big! Squeeze ’em hard, your tits are gonna make me cum!”

“I love it too, baby. You have such a big dick! See how it disappears when I lift up, and then peeks out when I push down? That’s what it looks like when you ram your dick into some lucky girls cunt! Isn’t that the most exciting thing you’ve ever seen?” I enthused, as Harold groaned deep in his throat.

“Yeah, honey, cream all over my big tits! I love to feel a man squirt all over my boobs!” I was mashing my tits up and down as fast as I could go, his dick disappearing into my cleavage only to reappear a moment later. I licked at the head as it popped out which brought a howl from Harold.

His hands were pinching my nipples cruelly but that only added to my pleasure as I felt his dick throb strongly between my tits and jet a strong spurt of cum. The first wad was caught between my breasts but the second one splashed out to hit under my chin and ricocheted onto my throat and upper chest.

Quickly I grabbed his dick and while he continued to twist and pull on my nipples, I jacked him off onto my tits as hard as I could while supporting both breasts with my other forearm. Spurt after spurt rocketed from his piss-hole to dash against my breasts and nipples.

I couldn’t believe how much cum I was able to nurse out of his cock. He was coming just as much now as he had the first time just a few minutes ago!

Finally, with a groan, he sank back onto the mattress. I swaned my neck forward and licked and sucked up all the juices from his dick. Spreading his legs I lifted his balls and cleaned them off as well. His sack was huge! Each testicle was almost the size of a baseball! Even as I licked and slurped up the last of the cum I could feel his testicles swelling with a fresh load. With balls like these, I thought, he must produce more jism that any three men!

“Well,” I said, as I sat back on my heels, “that should take the edge off, don’t you think?”

“Mrs. B., I don’t think I can go again, I’ve never cum so hard in my life. And twice in a row!” he said, propping himself up on one elbow.

“Nonsense, you’re young, you have lots of energy left. Besides, so far, I’ve done all the work!” I pointed out.

As I spoke I was wiping up some of the cum that had landed on my throat. With a soft whimper of pleasure I licked off both hands.

Then, making sure that he was watching I lifted first one and then the other breast, licking up all the cum and sucking each dusky rose nipple in turn. By the time I was done and all cleaned up his dick was as hard as ever!

“See,” I smiled, “you’re ready to go now! You like to watch me play with my tits, don’t you? You get turned on seeing me lick and suck my big tits, eating up all the cum you spurted on to them! Do you like to see me shake them back and forth like this? Yeah? I thought so.

“And do you like to hear me slap them together?” I demonstrated, clapping one against the other until the fleshy thumps echoed in the room. “These are so big and solid, Harold. I bet you’d like to see me going around bra-less, wouldn’t you? Watching my big ol’ titties shimmy and shake under a tight sweater, huh?

“So let’s not hear anymore about being too tired,” I teased as I crawled into bed next to him and wiggled into a good fucking position.

“Now Harold, I want you to slide over here and climb on top. I want to feel you push your big fucking dick as deep into me as you can! I’ll help you. I know you’re going to love fucking!”

To my surprise Harold didn’t just climb on top of me as I had suggested. Instead, he gathered my massive tits together on my chest and started sucking and nipping them all over again, moaning with lust as he did so. Moving from one to the other he continued to suck and play with my tits for minutes on end. Moving downward then, he planted a line of kisses on my softly rounded belly and down toward my cunt.

Carefully he began to lick up and down each thigh and then he began to lick my cunt through the sheer silk of my panties. The feeling was wonderful. No one had ever done this to me before and I adored the warm, wet, caresses Harold lavished on my cunt as my cunt lips opened beneath his lips like a flower in spring.

He inched my panties down and off my legs and then dived back onto my wet cunt. His tongue swept up and down the lips to either side of my love hole and then he started to lick deeper and deeper into my cunt. Finally, after several minutes of this, he latched onto my clit and, lashing it up and down, back and forth with his tongue tip, he forced me into a massive orgasm.

My hips pounded up and down on the mattress. Somehow Harold managed to hold himself in position as he guided me through the strongest cum I had had in a long time. He’s just a boy, I wailed to myself as I kept cumming and cumming. He’s already the best lover I’ve ever had and he’s only a boy!

A boy with a cock that would do Rex the Wonder Horse proud I was reminded as he rose to his knees between my legs. Straining out from his crotch was his semen-dripping rod. It jerked and pulsed so far out that I thought for a moment I could lick it without having to move my head.

“P..p..put it in, Harold” I moaned. “I need to feel your cock in me. But go slow! It’s so big, you don’t want to hurt me!”

“I’ll try,” he replied shakily. “I’ll go as slow as I can.”

Gripping his dick at the root he sluiced his cock head up and down the sopping wet trench of my cunt. His hand could not reach around the shaft either I noticed. Again and again he teased me with the head of his dick, rubbing it up and down and over my clit.

Beside my self with lust I tilted my hips this way and that trying to capture the head of his dick between my quivering pussy lips but he just kept teasing me!

“In, put it in me!” I cried. Biting my lower lip I watched between the mountains of my breasts as his immense log hovered at the opening of my cunt. “I need you to fuck the piss out of my hot little cunt you big dicked son of a bitch! Put it IN MEEEEEEEE!” I wailed.

“Here we go then,” he muttered.

He centered his dick at the entrance of my cunt and slowly pushed. His teasing had lead me to the brink and feeling my cunt lips being stretched so far by his dick head pushed me over the brink to another orgasm.

“Oh, My Fucking GOD!” I screamed. “Oh, GOD, DAMN. Fuck me, fuck me fuck me! HUH, HUH, HUH!” My hips pounded up and down and my cunt clenched and spasmed!

Shaking in the aftermath of the massive orgasm, I watched as Harold slowly flexed his hips, driving more and more of his mammoth lance into my buttery, creaming cunt. After he had sunk several inches of his wrist-thick pole into me he pulled back and then fed it to me again. The feelings shooting through me were incredible. His dick was so big that I could feel myself stretching each time he pushed into me, my cunt lips clung to his shaft each time he retreated. Again and again he fed me that same portion of his shaft, changing the angle and direction with shifts of his hips and pelvis.

My tits shivered and shook as he pounded away. He began to slowly lengthen his strokes, feeding me more and more dick. With a wail I announced the arrival of yet another orgasm, even more intense than the last.

“God, I love it, give me more cock! Fuck me, fuck me, slam it in, make me cum again!” Never had I enjoyed such an intense series of orgasms, my body was quivering as he continued to fuck me steadily.

Shivering with delight I stole another look at the juncture of our bodies. My boobs were bouncing and shaking as I looked between them. He was only giving me about half of his dick! I felt like I was being stuffed with more cock meat than ever before in my life and he was only half way home!

“More, more, deeper, deeper. I need more, go on, stud, and fuck me harder, harder!” I was practically crying with lust. I threw my legs as far apart as I could and pulled him closer to me with my arms. “Fuck me now! More! Deeper! More! Come on, slam it to me!” I wailed.

With a grunt Harold stepped up the pace. Faster and faster his dick raced through my sopping wet cunt. He fed me more and more of his immense length of cock. I could hear squelching sounds now as his steel hard dick pounded into my dripping cunt. Deeper and deeper his cock forced its way into my cunt. It was incredible. I had never felt anything like it. I couldn’t get enough! Despite the fact that he was giving me more dick than I had ever had I wanted, no, I NEEDED more.

“Uh, harder, uh, deeper, uh faster! Uh, fuck me, fuck me. Feel my cunt around your dick? Feel how tight it is? Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck MEEEEE!”

With another grunt Harold pushed it into high gear. His hips pumped back and forth jamming more and more cock into me with each stroke. Each stroke raised the level of ecstasy that I was feeling. I crashed into another cum just as he socked the full length of his incredible dick into my cunt. My pussy squeezed and milked his cock along its full length as I urged him to drown me in his spunk!

“Shoot! Fill me up! More, more, more, Oh God, I just keep cumming and cumming. Fuck me Harold, fuck me ’til I can’t walk! Christ this is the best EVER! Fuck me harder, harder!” My hands were clenched on his buttocks, I thought I might be drawing blood I was holding onto him so tight! I tried with all my strength to draw his massive pole even deeper into my pussy!

Suddenly I felt his cock swell larger and then a great gusher of cum jetted into my cunt. Groaning he collapsed upon my breast and as I held him close with my arms and legs he shot load after load into my still clenching pussy.

Finally, after what seemed to be endless minutes he stopped drenching my cunt with his seed. With another groan he relaxed and rolled onto his back next to me.

“Christ, that was good. Harold, you have the biggest cock!” I rolled onto my side. His dick was quivering over his stomach. Still almost full length and it looked so good soaked in our combined juices. I couldn’t resist it! I wanted to suck it clean.

Moaning with lust I wrapped my hand around it at the base and used my lips and tongue to lap up all the spunk I could find.

Unbelievably, as I worked, I felt the stiffness return. By the time I had finished his dick was as stiff as a board and ready to go again. Just looking at that monster made me horny all over again.

“You just lie there, Harold. Let me do all the work!”

Suiting action to words I swung a leg over him and, fitting the head of his dick to my cunt, I plunged downward as hard as I could!

“Huh! Christ what a womb pounder! Huh! Huh! Huh!” I forced my self up and down his massively stiff dick!

My breasts swung and danced over his chest and face as I continued to force more and more cock into my hungry pussy. It felt like a steel pole up my middle! I swear it didn’t bend or flex at all but forced my cunt to accommodate its shape! With a final grunt of effort I managed to take it all!

“There!” I shouted in triumph. I put my hands on his stomach for support as I began to ride him in short 4-inch lunges. My position forced my tits together and outward.

Grinning lustfully Harold clamped both hands onto one massive tit and sucked hard on its nipple.

“Yes, baby, suck my big titties! Nip them, bite them, I love that! Oh, God you make me feel so good. I could keep this up all night!” I panted.

“Me too!” Harold responded before returning his attention to my tits.

As he did so I crashed to another orgasm. I had lost count of how many I had had. All I knew was that I wanted still more! I hoped he could keep up with me. Youth has lots of vigor but I had a big need built up!

“Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me all night long Harold. Fuck me all night long!”

Several hours later it seemed that I was going to get my wish! Harold and I were still going at it! Doggie style this time! He was inexhaustible! At first I dangled my tits in front of him to encourage him to keep going. Or used my mouth on him. But now I didn’t bother. It seemed that my Harold was a fucking machine. True, his ejaculations were not as copious as at first but they were still strong.

He had fucked me to more orgasms than I could recall. He came in side me, in my mouth, over my tits, in my hand. He came frequently- and always seemed to be able to recover with in minutes. I don’t think we went more than three or four minutes without sex of one kind or another. The longest break we took was when I took a moment to clean up in the bathroom.

Harold would slide out of my cunt and immediately start sucking on my titties and spring a hard-on! Or I would roll against him, and tease him with my nipples and he would be hard once more. Again and again I could use my tits, my mouth or my hands to bring him to erection. I think I had the best luck using my vast bosom. He could not keep his eyes or his hands off my tits!

He fucked me to the point of exhaustion. He brought me to endless orgasms using his mouth. His dick was a flesh and blood truncheon, battering endlessly at my cunt!

Finally, at almost midnight I bade him good bye, reluctantly. And I swear, his dick was getting hard again as I kissed him goodnight, a deep, soul searing, tongue entwined goodnight kiss as I ground my huge tits against his chest!

“When can we do this again?” he asked as he was leaving.

“Any time you get a big achy hard on, you bring it on over and I’ll help you deal with it,” I giggled tiredly. Little did I know what I had just committed to!

The next morning was the first day of school. As I was getting breakfast Harold knocked on my kitchen door. As I let him in I saw a huge bulge in his pants. With out waiting to be asked I sank to my knees and proceeded to give him a sloppy, slurrpy blow-job that had him gushing in no time!

After school he stopped by with the same problem! This time he fucked me through half a dozen orgasms while he came three times in an hour and a half!

This set the tempo for the rest of the year. Every morning he would drop by and I’d give him a blow-job or a titty fuck. Every afternoon he would stop by the house for an afternoon of non-stop sex.

Harold’s stamina was inhuman! He would arrive at my place with a boner out to here, we would suck and fuck all afternoon and he would often leave still stiff after I let him suck my titties good bye! He fucked me more in one week than Brad had in all of our marriage! And I craved it just as much or more than Harold did. I made sure that I was always home from shopping before he got out of school! No way was I going to miss an afternoon of fucking with this young stud with the world largest, hardest dick and the biggest balls I’d ever imagined.

And the weekends! I lived for the weekends. We would take turns on the weekends. I would be his plaything one weekend and he would be my plaything on the next! It was wonderful! On my weekends I would often keep him erect for hours on end. Teasing him by dressing as provocatively as I could. Flaunting my huge titties in tight tops, sheer blouses or wearing bikinis that could barely contain my big bouncing boobs.

Letting him watch cartoons on Saturday morning I would suck load after load from his constantly erect dick, alternating with his favorite, titty fucking! In the afternoon we would lounge by the pool while we fucked all afternoon. We wore out two lounge chairs? the webbing just snapped!

When it was his turn he would make me undress and he would force me to lean over him while he sat in my lounge chair. He could play with my tits until he had made me cum just from the titty play. Then he would jack off over my tits or titty fuck me or suck on my cunt until I thought I’d pass out! Then we would fuck non-stop for the rest of the day.

Sometimes he would tell me fantasies about school. About how girls would suck him off in the cloakroom, how the school nurse would collect semen samples from him. The librarian who would kneel beneath the desk and nurse on his cock all period! They were fun, sexy fantasies for Harold. I knew that I didn’t have to take them seriously.

With his encouragement I bought all sorts of sexy, clingy, revealing clothes. Tight halter-tops that barely hid my nipples. Tight skirts, sweaters that emphasized how top heavy I was. Bras that show cased my pretty tits and all sorts of sexy under things! I would model them while he would jack off watching me! But I always made him tell me if he was cumming so I could slurp it down or hold out my tits so he could cum on them.

Some days while Harold is in school I dress up and go out to tease men in town. I’ve caused several traffic accidents walking down the street in my sexy new clothes, I love knowing that men were popping boners watching me bounce and jiggle around. I would get all excited and then rush home to let Harold take care of my hot pussy!

Best of all, all this sex has been really good for me. When we started I measured 54-29-42. But with all the sex and physical activity I’ve lost inches off my hips and waist. Which now measure 36 and 24. And while I lost a little around my chest, I now wear a 38-inch band bra, my tits have actually gotten bigger. A LOT bigger. Before I wore a 42-JJJ with my total measurement of 54 inches. Now I total 68 inches and wear a 38-T cup bra. That is, if I wear one. For in addition to growing so much I’ve also gotten much firmer. My breasts swoop out farther than my shoulders and project in front of me by at least one foot! I don’t really NEED a bra for uplift, my tits have no stretch marks. Mostly I wear one to let Harold take it off me. And to allow me to not attract too much attention when I go out in public.

I have no idea how to explain it. And I don’t really care. All I care about is that Harold constantly gets a hard on when he sees me. He sucks my tits and fucks my tits and creams on my tits constantly. He is such a big tit nut! Some times I buy some of the big tit magazines at the store and we compare my figure with the ones in the magazines. I recreate the poses Harold likes best so he can take digital pictures of me. Or we rent a big tit video tape and recreate the scenes. Harold swears I’m bigger and firmer and better than any of them are. And he proves it to me every day.

Every couple of weeks Harold insists on measuring my body. He measures my hips and waist first. He measures my thighs and upper arms. He tries to calculate my percentage of body fat! But all his calculations are off he told me, because I had such large, firm milky white tits!

Those he measures most carefully of all! Above and below my tits. Around the largest part of my breasts both while standing upright and while leaning over so my tits dangled heavily beneath me. He measures what he called my wing span, the distance between my nipples. He measures from outer edge of one breast to the other. He measures from collar bone to nipple. He measures circumference of each tit again while standing and while bending over.

He never gets tired of this play. And since he fucks me before, during and after these measuring sessions, I never tire of them either. He has kept a log book of my “achievements” as he called them. He even tried to weigh my big titties but he could never figure out how to do it accurately. And since I was losing inches and pounds elsewhere my total weight never changed a great deal.

My tits have gotten so big now that when we do it doggie, I have to stay up on my hands. If I get onto my elbows, my tits get totally squashed into the mattress. Harold likes to see my boobs bulge out to the sides but he can’t play with my nipples as much as I like so. . .

So for the past year I’ve been getting fucked endlessly by my young neighbor. A young man who is blessed with the biggest dick in the world. A young man who loves my big titties and who can spring a hard-on even after a long day of fucking when I tease him with my tits. And I have come to long for these marathon sessions as much as he does. Perhaps more.

But now my darling daughter is coming home for the summer. I can’t wait to see her. But I can’t stand the thought of not having my daily doses of Harold! I’ve grown addicted to feeling that huge dick plunge in and out of my throat and cunt. I can’t stand the thought of not being able to jack him off onto my tits every day!

What will I do? She comes home this weekend.

I wonder if she’s changed after a year of college?

The End

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