By wrapping Keira's tits around his cock

"Lie on your back. I want to fuck your tits." Aaron commanded.

"Okay", Keira replied, sounding relieved.

Keira obeyed his command. She took great care to find a way to lie so that she wasn't laying in one of the many pools of saliva, slime, and puke from last night. Aaron climbed atop her, mounting her over her stomach, and gazed down at his conquest. Keira awkwardly returned the gaze with her blue eyes teary from the prior facefuck. Freshly fallen tears made streams down her face, where they mixed with and re-liquified the dried mascara and puke stuck to her face. Past Keira's chin, her gigantic tits rose and fell in time with her breathing. Even on her back, her breasts maintained much of their shape. The firm orbs of creamy flesh begged to be molested, unspoiled and unblemished as they were.

Aaron put a hand on each breast and roughly squeezed. He admired the spongy texture beneath his hands. It was like holding warm jelly in his fingers. Aaron harshly pulled and tugged and groped in every direction and whenever he released, the boob would bounce back into its curvy shape. Keira's breath hitched as Aaron dug his fingers in so hard that he left red marks on her breasts. For almost a minute he mauled her tits, treating them like living stress balls, until his straining erect dick demanded to get between them. To finish his molestation, Aaron plucked Keira's rosy nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pulled, causing Keira to grit her teeth in pain as he lifted up both of her boobs as high as he could.

Satisfied, Aaron released her tits to spring back against her chest. He gave each a light, farewell slap on the undersides to make them jiggle, before hoicking up balls of saliva from the back of his throat and spitting between her tits to provide lubrication. Keira reacted ever so faintly as each spit landed, but otherwise remained still and pliant to Aaron's perversions. With four balls of spit splattered over Keira's clavicle, Aaron scooted up so that his dick hovered directly over her cleavage.

"Rub that spit over your tits, Keira."

Aaron felt some jubilation at watching the sexy sight of his best friend rubbing glistening spit over her tits. Keira's hands gently gliding over the buoyant flesh and fondling her own tits reminded Aaron that it had been too long since he had made Keira play with another girl for his pleasure. Too long being only a few days, of course, but Aaron considered every moment abusing Keira worth a lifetime. When her tits were wet enough, Aaron pushed his dick onto her chest. Warm, slippy skin is a very different sensation then a mouth and throat is. Aaron enjoyed the change, and he enjoyed seeing his dick resting on her body beneath Keira's cute face.

Putting her hands on either side of her sizeable breasts, Aaron was pleased to see Keira take the initiative and push her tits together.

"Good slut," Aaron commended as he felt the velvety flesh of Keira's tit's squeeze together around his dick, the supple titflesh moulding around his cock until the two breasts pressed together above it and sealed his member within their soft embrace. There she lay, ruined face looking up at him submissively, her hands pushing her massive breasts together, nipples erect against her pretty areolas, fingers digging into her own pliant titflesh, entirely free to do with as he pleased. Her tits had formed a cavern in which his dick was held snugly. As Aaron shifted slightly, he felt how his dick pushed into her breasts, the titflesh so supple it shaped around the movements of his cock.

Aaron pulled his hips back, drawing his dick between her boobs, feeling the shifting texture as they rubbed along his shaft. When he had pulled back as far as he could, Aaron thrust forward. His dick pushed between Keira's boobs. The slight resistance offered by her titflesh felt incredible against his glans. The squeezing tits clutched his member without an inch of his dick being deprived of the warm rub of her boobs. The **** of the thrust caused an unwilling guh to groan from Keira's mouth as Aaron's dick pressed between her boobs, spearing apart her cleavage to make room for his shaft, and his thighs slammed against the bottom of her tits. The impact was enough to rock her whole body. Her tits, even held in place as they were by her hands, still rippled alike water when disturbed.

Again, Aaron slowly withdrew his dick through the spongy embrace of Keira's big tits. And again, thrusting forward, he roughly rammed his dick between her boobs so that his balls pushed against her pillows, his shaft was squeezed between her tits and the tip poked out the other side. Even then, her breasts were so beautifully round, firm, and big that only the very tip of his penis poked out the other side. Keira recoiled with each thrust as Aaron repeated the motion several times, building up his pace until he was fucking her breasts hard and fast. Keira was struggling with the intensity of his bucking hips. She grimaced and groaned each time Aaron drove himself between her breasts. His groin slammed against her cleavage with such **** that her tits rose from her chest and bounced against her chin. Aaron looked down at Keira with a lecherous grin on his face, enjoying the sight of his best friend struggle against each thrust. It was delectable, the way her whole body seemed to bounce with each impact of his dick through her tits.

The grin soon disappeared, however, as the glorious friction around his dick made Aaron groan aloud. He threw back his head in ecstasy. It wasn't a textured friction like a bitch's hand would provide, or the unyielding, muscly tightness of a throat, but a soft friction. A friction that was warm and tender as a hug. In that way, fucking Keira's tits was more like fucking a cunt. Pressed together about him, the flesh was firm enough to provide pleasurable resistance but so soft as to part around his dick as he fucked. Their suppleness made the perfect canal for him to plough his dick into.

All women existed only for the pleasure of men. Aaron knew their bodies had evolved- or were created by God, depending on who you asked- so that every part of them could be fucked, played with or otherwise help bring a man to orgasm. But Keira's body was truly, exceptionally fuckable. Most women did not have tits like Keira. Fucking the tits of other women could be fun but could never bring Aaron to orgasm. There were even some women with chests so flat that there was no flesh there to fuck. Yet Keira's chest was so buoyant and firm it could form a fourth hole for Aaron to ****. It made Aaron question how all women were made to be fucked if only Keira and few others had bodies so gorgeous, so sexy, so pliant, so manipulable, so gropeable and oh so erotically fuckable.

Keira's tits held his member ensconced. They gripped his member just tight enough to delightfully tug his foreskin and rub his glans, yet were soft enough to allow his member to pierce between them like a dick piercing a vagina. The spit kept her cleavage wet for him and his dick slick enough to fuck her tits as hard as he liked. And he was certainly fucking her hard. In his mad yearning for satisfaction, Aaron had harshly grabbed Keira by her shoulder and was actively pulling her upper torso up and down in an attempt to increase the pressure around his cock. His other hand reached behind him to toy with the side of her ass, using her generous quantities of flesh there as a hand hold to support his mad, wild thrusting. Aaron bucked his hips with such fervour he must have looked like a whore twerking, but he didn't care. Right now, he cared only for his dick currently skewering his best friend's huge tits.

The hectic hammering of Aaron's cock between her tits was proving too much for Keira. Each impact was now accompanied by a mewling whine as Aaron fucked her chest with such ferocity as to knock the wind from her chest. Her tits careened up and down in a marvellous display as Keira's whole body rocked with the **** of each rapid thrust. Aaron felt the pressure around his dick lessen as his thighs slammed into Keira's underboobs with such **** that they were knocking her tits from out of her own grip.

Rabidly pursuing the thrill of orgasm, Aaron could not abide any slackening of pressure or break in momentum. Not when he was this close. As Keira's grip faltered, Aaron's own hands surged forward to seize Keira's tits. He harshly squeezed them around his dick. Aaron continued to use her breasts for his own pleasure despite her whines of discomfort from the fingers digging into her tits or the thighs, balls, and cock smacking into them. Batted aside, Keira's hands lay limply aside her head. Beneath the intensity of Aaron's fucking, Keira's eye-contact began to waver beneath her grimaces.

"Look at me, Keira", Aaron said out between pants of exertion.

Keira obeyed the command. Despite the grimace on her face, Keira's eyes met his with that alluring, meek and submissive eye-contact that sent a jolt through Aaron's system. Those pretty eyes looking at him as he manhandled her huge tits and ploughed his cock into their lusciously tender clasp were sending Aaron over the edge. He felt his tightness in his balls and at the base of his cock as his semen pooled, ready to explode forth and paint his bitch.

"Stick out your tongue",

Keira's cute pink tongue pushed passed her swollen lips. Though, to Aaron's frustration, she only extended the tip. Anger pushed through him. Aaron's impending orgasm had addled his thoughts so that the fulfilment of his desire was the only thing on his mind. The desire had seized him: overridden every thought and taken control of every part of his body. Right now, he was solely interested in his own satisfaction. So, when Keira had unsatisfactorily followed his command, and it had- if only momentarily- interrupted his pursuit of that pleasure- or worse, potentially ruined it- that had enraged him. He would have slapped her, if doing so would not have released his own grip on her tits and so be even more detrimental to his pursuit. There was nothing wrong with slapping a bitch. Nor was there anything wrong with his selfish, fanatic pursuit of his orgasm. It was known that lust was a natural urge of all men. To suppress it was unhealthy. Women, of course, existed to sate that urge. Men were supposed to use women however they wished, and women were supposed to sexually submit to men. Though anything more **** was generally illegal, **** and slapping were within the remit of this free use, either as a means of punishment to women whose service was disappointing or merely as something to derive sexual pleasure from.

His hands preoccupied; Aaron resorted to merely restating the instruction with more authority.

"Keira, stick your fucking tongue out!", he said firmly.

Keira seemed to get the message this time. She extended her tongue out across her chin. This action, though delayed, presented the perfect target for Aaron's upcoming orgasm. Gazing down at her face as the titfucking reached its crescendo, Aaron could not wait to paint her face. Her pretty eyes, ruined face, and outstretched tongue begging for his cum was almost enough to make him orgasm. He just needed one more thing to push him over the edge.

"What are you, Keira?", Aaron growled.

Keira raised her eyebrows questioningly, likely wishing to avoid the possibility of angering Aaron further by withdrawing her tongue to talk.

"A whore." Aaron told her. He was on the cusp. His balls tensed. "Tell me what you are."

"I'm a whore." Keira squeaked, "I'm your whore."

As soon as the last word had passed her pretty, soft lips, her tongue darted back out to hang at its fullest extent draped across her chin. Just in time, as, with a last, hard thrust of his hips that rammed into her boobs and poked his straining cock out the top of her squished together cleavage, Aaron made a low, long, moaning growl as Keira's tits made him cum. The ecstatic glee that shot through him was blindingly intoxicating. His first spurt of cum shot out as a thick jet that struck Keira's chin. The second shot higher, landing a thick dollop above her upper lip and over her nostrils. The third spurt hit the bullseye, depositing a load of thick, viscous semen directly onto Keira's outstretched tongue. Flinching slightly as each spray of warm cum landed on her, Keira otherwise lay demurely and accepted Aaron's cum upon her face. Four more spurts of cum, each receding in power, erupted from his cock, spraying her neck and chest with droplets of liquid ivory.

Aaron breathed deeply as he recovered from his orgasm. The euphoria slowly faded and his mind returned its focus. He looked down at Keira beneath him, squeezed beneath his thighs. Her chest and face daubed in one more layer of sticky white cum that marked his use of her. She lay still, her blue eyes still looking up at him, waiting to find out if Aaron was finished with her. Keira's tongue remained outstretched. A lake of salty semen pooled atop it. Aaron enjoyed the view of Keira with globs of cum laying around her mouth.

The post-orgasm exhaustion threatened to lure Aaron back to sleep. He had exerted himself significantly fucking Keira's tits. Keira's body was enticingly warm beneath Aaron's legs. It tempted him to crawl back beneath the quilt and cuddle into her, using her breast as a pillow on which to return to the embrace of sleep. Unfortunately, Aaron knew he had to get up and out of bed. He had already used up enough time fucking Keira, and he now must make himself ready for school.

"That was good, Keira", Aaron said, "Swallow up, and lets get ready."

Keira cringed as she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed the creamy contents from off of it. Aaron released her from underneath him and stood up. Tiredness pulled behind his eyes. _Nothing a cup of coffee can't fix, he thought, as he stretched his limbs and mentally prepared himself for the day ahead. _Aaron looked over his room. It was a complete mess. The remains of last night lay all over the room. Dried semen, spit and Keira’s vomit caked into his bed. In the time before Free-use, such a sight may have been seen as utterly depraved and abhorrent. To sleep amidst such a state thought of as hideous. Had there been another reason for the state of his room, Aaron would have thought so too. However, when such a state was produced through using a woman, it was deemed acceptable. It was a fact that women may throw up spit, slime and vomit, and men- of course- ejaculated semen, as now decorated Keira's pretty face. It was infeasible for men to avoid pursuing their pleasure because of the mess it may make.

Behind him, Keira too rose from the bed. Aaron turned to her and asked "do you have Mr. Mullins today? I need to hand in my test and was wondering if you could…” Aaron was cut off by a noise that came unbidden. The sound of her stomach rumbling.

“Sorry” Keira said.

“Are you hungry?”

“Y-yeah. A little.”

Of course, Aaron thought as he looked around at all the vomit she’d spewed up last night while he throatfucked her. Her stomach must be completely empty.

A cruel thought entered Aaron’s head. A way to sexily torment her one last, quick time before school. The maid-sluts would clean up Aaron’s room while he was at school, but he could make Keira do it now… with her mouth. She could fill her stomach by licking up all the cum and vomit from last night. She would be re-eating last night’s dinner.

Keira was his friend, though. She had been a very good slut this morning. Besides, he enjoyed her company even non-sexually, and her being happy made him happy. Maybe he should reward her with a nice, proper, cooked breakfast?

As Aaron looked at her stood nude before him, he pondered his decision.