Bury yourself in her tits

The process of removing your simple armor took far longer than it should have because you cannot keep your hands and lips of Zanya's body. The milky skin that covers her body is smooth and soft from repeated treatments of ointments, but the muscles under the skin were toned and flexible. However it is not her round belly or smooth shoulders that kept distracting you, not even the full curve of her ass and the tantalizing bud that your fingers return to two more times.

No, it was Zanya's breasts that distract you time after time. As your hands roam over the swollen globes her large brown circles pucker into hard teats and your mouth claims first one and then the other sucking and nibbling on her tips feeling them swell even more in your mouth.

"Ohhgggh myy" Calls out Zanya as the rough stubble from your chin scrapes her soft flesh. Her tits were incredibly sensitive; you had thought that perhaps because of their gargantuan proportions that some of the sensations she felt would be dulled. It seems that the opposite is true as she moans in response to your fingers and lips exploring every inch of her curves. From the golden tops of her bosom that you first saw peeking from her dress to the crease where her heavy tits folded over her ribs and every bit of delicious flesh in between each tint spot sends waves of pleasure through her body. Even just the feel of your warm breath on her nipples makes her body tremble, and when you use your teeth to nip gently at her skin you think she may explode.

Finally with both sets of hands working on the job, the last of your clothing drops to the floor and you stand as naked as she is, marveling at the feel of her boobs pressed to your chest and her inner thigh rubbing against you scarred legs and hips. You look around the room for a place to enjoy this beauty. You see Maluba on the bed watching the two of you, one hand rolling one of her dark nipples while the other is between her legs and stroking slowly. She is certainly recovering quickly you think as she smiles warmly at you.

Other than the bed the only other furniture in the room are the two small folding chairs and the game table, but none of those pieces could possibly support you or Zanya, and certainly not both of you at once. As you scan the room the hanging bearskin catches your attention. Pushing a startled Zanya from your arms you step to the wall and lift the pelt off the wall spinning it to the floor like a fisherman throwing a hand net. The fur is thick, and the back is lined with a padded layer of felt, you have certainly fucked on worse surfaces. Zanya now understands and she steps onto the fur digging her toes into the dark brown fur and holds her arms out to you in an invitation as old as the gods themselves.

As you step to meet her she drops to her knees and captures your cock between her jiggling globes. The skin touching your shaft is the softest, warmest and most erotic thing that your cock has ever felt. It seems like you grow another inch in response to her touch.

"This is what you want isn't it?" Her hazel eyes find yours as she uses her hands to massage her tits around you. "It's OK, it's what I want too." She continues speaking as you start to rock slightly adding even more pleasure to your already straining organ. "Ever since my tits started to fill I've loved the way the boys couldn't keep their eyes off of me. Not just the boys, the men in my village would stop talking as I walked by." Your hands replace hers holding her tits against you as your pace picks up and she moves her hands to your ass pulling you hard against her pillowy tits. "Their wives hated the way I stole their attention. I didn't care. I got hot every time a man's eyes fixed on my chest, or a hand grabbed me as I pressed through a crowd." One of her hands cups your scrotum and massages your balls through the sac and her other hand is fingering the rim of your ass.

"The first time I let a man cum on my tits I was hooked." Zanya had her eyes closed now, whether in an effort to remember or to better enjoy your cock you can't be sure and don't really care. "I was milking my neighbor's cows for him one morning and he spun me to my knees like this and pulled my dress down exposing my full boobs. I didn’t even pretend to resist. I felt so dirty and so powerful at the same time, I had made this father and husband lose control and now he was fucking my tits. He came after only ten thrusts, his juice covered my tits and face in string after string of cum."

The stimulation of her fingers against your balls and her description not to mention the soft skin against your cock send you over the edge and you explod much like the man in her story all over Zanya's milky breasts. You cannot believe the amount of spunk that you unload all over the kneeling woman, she doesn't seem to mind though as she catches the gobs that are sliding away and spreads them over her tits like a lotion.

“He told his friends and word spread quickly, soon every male in the village from the fourteen year old boy to the sixty year old widower knew that they could have me without even asking. Not long after that the women found out and my parents were **** to sell me to Adrastos.”