Fuck her tits

They were some of the softest globes John had ever felt. Her pink nipples peeked out of the t-shirt, and her breasts stood proudly on her chest, very much pointing forward yet still soft and supple. John was only thinking with one head now, despite covering his friend in cum only minutes before – and who was only feet away, tapping away at her phone as she waited in line to order. While John had been frantically groping her tits, the girl calmly smiled up at him, just taking it all in. Her cheeks were red and she seemed slightly flustered, but she didn’t make a move on him – she just let him have his fun.

“Clarissa, come feel these tits!”

Looking up from her phone, she walked towards the woman and started weighing her right breast in her hand. Giving her nipple a final pinch, she looked up at John with a giant grin on her face.

“Wow dude, these are on a whole other level! Even my tits aren’t that soft,” she said as she groped her own tits absentmindedly. John looked up at the subject of his groping.

“Do you mind if I titty-fuck you while we wait in line?”

“Of course not honey, have fun!” she said as she kneeled in front of him. Pulling off her t-shirt in one quick movement, she bared her boobs to the world – something she’d probably done a thousand times before. Pushing them together and looking up at John, she waited patiently for the man make use of her.

Positioning his upward-pointing dick below her large mounds, John took a deep breath.

“Hey Clarissa, take a video of this will ya?”

Clarissa took a while to respond. She was frantically rubbing her own clit, lost in whatever video was playing on her phone. Judging by the familiar moans and slapping sounds emanating from her phone’s speakers, it was probably a video of last week’s gangbang – Clarissa had invited dozens of guys, including John, to her house and had told them “This weekend I’m literally just a fucktoy for you to use! Treat me like one of those sluts at football games or festivals – just use me for my holes”. No one had said a word to her that weekend, instead just grabbing her or pointing towards whatever cock needed sucking, just the way she liked it.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, sure!”

Pointing her phone's camera towards John and the big-breasted girl, she gave them a thumbs-up.

Slowly sliding his dick up and between the girl’s tits, John felt euphoric. Here he was, fucking a random woman’s tits as his friend casually filmed them. All around him, girls – and guys – were naked or half-naked, and many of them engaged in sex. Towards the end of the café was a girl leaning against the window, her tits pushed against the glass. Behind her, licking her ass, was presumably her boyfriend or friend. As she pushed him closer and grinded against his face, she was talking to him and laughing. Further to the right, a slightly chubby blonde was looking confused as she tried out a new gadget – it looked like one of those new buttplugs that connected wirelessly to her phone to measure things like heart-rate, steps, and elevation. “A fitbutt, right?” John made a note to himself to buy one of those for his sister, a health-nut and an avid runner.

Looking down, he could see the woman had started drooling on his cock for added lubrication. She had a look of impatience on her face, and John noticed why. The line had closed significantly, to the point where there were only two people in front of the woman he was using. Picking up his pace, he started pumping in and out of her cleavage. Seeing Clarissa frigging herself off to the sight of the titfuck, he increased his speed even more. The girl’s tits jiggled every time he nudged the lower halves of her boobs with his hips, and the feeling of her now-erect nipples near the base of his cock gave him a pleasant tickling – too pleasant, even.

With a load moan, John came all over the woman’s soft tits, shoulders and neck. With a satisfied look in her face, she mouthed a “thank you” to him before she got up to order. Walking back towards Clarissa, he noticed she was on the brink of orgasm.

“Fuck John, that was hot! Ah…ehm...hnnnngh...” she trailed off as she bucked her hips wildly and her pussy started dripping on the floor.

“Want me to clean your cock?” She asked as she came down from her orgasm. Without waiting for an answer, she got down on her knees and started softly licking John’s cock and balls. Whenever the line moved forward, John and Clarissa moved forward together, slowly shuffling to accommodate Clarissa’s thorough cleaning of John’s appendage. When they were ready to order, instead of getting up, she practically inhaled John’s dick and took it all the way down her throat.

“Hmmm…. Fuck Clarissa…. Sorry, could I get two large cappuccinos please?”

Clarissa gave him a thumbs up and resumed her dick-cleaning – which now had become a full-on blowjob. As John was handed the two coffees, she quickly took hers and held it below his pulsing dick.

“Give me that thick cream, big boy,” she said with a hungry look in her eyes.

Moaning loudly for the second time in that café, he came what felt like a bucketful of cum in his friend’s coffee.

“You could’ve just gotten cum from the server, you know?”

Clarissa raised an eyebrow.

“Yours tastes way better! Besides, since when do you turn down one of my blowjobs?”

Watching the video Clarissa took as they walked back the group room, John noticed that she had focused mainly on his cock and naked ass as he fucked the woman’s breasts. An amused look from John was met with a guilty shrug from Clarissa, and a friendly tap on his ass.

“I do appreciate you, you know? I know I like treating you like a cumslut, but you’re a good friend,” John said with a serious undertone in his voice.

“I know!” Clarissa replied.

“… and I consider myself a cumslut, so you treating me like one is not a problem,” she added with a wink.