Of course. Show her your skills (oral)

You smile and nod. "Of course, Sarah," you say, and walk over to pull her shirt over her tits. She grunts as both of her big tits fall out of her shirt. She watches her tits fall out of her shirt and looks up at you. She glances into the kitchen, and you take the opportunity to lift her big right breast to your mouth. Sarah nods as you begin sucking her nipple, sighing as you let your tongue slide all over her turgid tip. You realize Beth is in the kitchen, but you do pull off and show your girlfriend her hardened nipple. "Let's get to your room," you say, leaning over to put on a show of flicking her nipple with your tongue. Sarah's eyes close as she relishes the feeling of your tongue on her nipple. "Leave them out," you whisper. It's not really that much of a risk. Emily likely won't be up, and you'll be able to hear a door open, while you know Beth is still meditating in the kitchen. But you can feel Sarah's response as you take her hand and lead her to the stairs. Her tits wobble with each step, too heavy and full for gravity to keep them stable. Her tits suddenly remind you of inertia, and how they prove the exact opposite of that. And for some reason you find yourself getting even more turned on thinking of Sarah's tits defying physics.

She marches up the stairs, her bared tits bouncing to the sides of her torso, giving you glimpses of their curvature as you follow her. She opens her door and turns to you, her tits shifting from side to side as she looks you over. "John, what are you going to do with me?" she asks, her voice half coy innocence and half hopeful need. You grip her tits and push her into her room. She can't keep the smile off her face, the joy of the experience as you use her tits to push her into her bedroom, using your foot to close the door behind you. You push her over to the bed and she lets out a small "oh," as the back of her knees hit the bed and she is **** to sit down. Your hands, as ever, remain glued to your girlfriend's perfect rack. You do imagine how they would have looked bouncing around as she fell, however.

"Pull down your pants and panties to your knees," you order her. Your hands never leave her tits, and she looks up at you with a grin.

"Anything to keep your hands on these?" she asks softly, glancing at her big, soft breasts even as she slides down her pants, giving you the feeling of supreme control. You push her back even further and her eyes grow wide. Her knees bend as her back bounces off the bed and while you keep your hands on her big breasts, you can feel their flesh wobbling beneath you. She lets out a soft "oomph" as her body settles and you kneel between her legs, keeping your hands on her succulent jugs.

"You've got to be fucking kidd... oh fuck," she whispers as your lips meet her inner thigh. Your tongue gently traces a swirling pattern on her right thigh before turning. You're sure your hair brushes her outer lips, and the shudder she gives is immediate and frequent. Rather than apologize, you mirror your motions on her left thigh, nipping at it gently. Sarah's hands seem to be searching for something to do as you look up her body, your own hands still mauling your girlfriend's prized assets. They shake and jiggle as you squeeze and roll them, and you don't know, given Sarah's sensitivity in her breasts, if she's reacting to your casual play with her breasts, or your meticulous attention to her pussy. You grin as you decide to keep your focus on both.

Your mouth moves towards her pussy, but your kisses and licks just miss. All the while, Sarah's big tits are wobbling at your whim. Her hands seem frustrated, and they sometimes grab your hair, but every time she reaches for her tits, no doubt to play with them, you push them away. At one point you pull your head up, and tell her that you're doing this your way. She tosses her head back in frustration, and you feel a bit bad until your tongue lands on her pussy directly. Sarah lets out a long moan as you finally deliver on your teasing, her thighs soaked with spit. Her pussy is delightfully wet, and you slurp up all of the juices that your new girlfriend has spread between her legs.

"You're licking my pussy clean," she realizes, moaning. "That is so hot," she adds. "Please keep licking my dripping cunt," she whispers. You oblige, feeling your cock lurch to her words. Soon your mouth is all over her pussy, sucking her lips between your own, tonguing them before sliding your tongue inside her. She seems to enjoy that the most, even encouraging you to "tongue-fuck my dripping slit," while your fingers pull her tits to the side by her nipples. You do so, bobbing your head into Sarah's pussy. Sarah surprises you with her first orgasm by gurgling out something before her head snaps back. You gather her tits in each hand and smash them together while she comes, sending waves of rolling flesh against each other.

You slow down, but continue to tease her pussy as she shakes on the bed, keeping a hand over her mouth as she moans. Your girlfriend's tits continue to slap into each other, but more gently. You find yourself enamored with Sarah's pussy as her cum leaks onto your tongue, and you relish swallowing your girlfriend's juices. You lap them off her thigh and pussy and as she puts her head up, she's smiling, you dive back in, this time attacking her clit. You hope she's not too sensitive, and your gamble pays off. She stiffens, as if a shock has gone through her, and actually sits up, both her hands grabbing your head and pulling it even closer. You gently wrap your lips around her clit and begin flicking gently, keeping your tongue loose as you drag it over her stiff flesh. Each brush seems to trigger a grunt or gasp from Sarah, and you finally release her tits to grab her hips, keeping her as still as possible so you can manipulate her clit. You look up briefly to see her holding her left tit almost lazily, as if keeping it up out of habit. Your tongue remains busy and you look at her face.

Her eyes are glazed as you continue your **** on her pussy, and you wish you could express how sexy her face looks with your mouth glued to her dampening slit. "Make.. me... cum.. again," Sarah pleads. She carelessly bounces her breast in her hand, though you can't tell if its for you or out of habit. Regardless, you do your best to honor your buxom lover's request, sucking the clit a bit more firmly, trapping it, and then hitting it with a barrage of dragging strokes from our tongue. The technique works, and you have to fight the urge to lap up her cum as she orgasms again. This one seems more intense, but less violent, as her head rolls back and forth and you feel her juices dampen your face. You continue gently licking her clit until you feel a hand tap your head. You lift up to see Sarah's dazed face looking at you.

"Oh fuck," she whispers. You lean in and take her clit again, as gently as you can, and she rolls back.

"John, what... oh no," she moans and your eyes widen as another orgasm suddenly crashes through her. You don't know if this counts as multiple orgasms or not, but you have to fight with everything you have to keep your mouth where it is. After she stops trembling, you gently kiss her pussy, again lapping up her cum and cleaning her up. Her tangy, musty scent lingers on your tongue as you breathe her in. Your hands are still on Sarah's tits, and now her eyes focus there, your fingers smashing into her flesh and squeezing them.

"You ate my pussy," Sarah groans. You stand, finally moving your hands away from her breasts. They both slide to her side slightly, and you fight the urge to pick them up again. You lean over and kiss her, and Sarah moans as she tastes you on your lips. Her tongue reaches out as you lay on the bed beside her, and you can feel her lapping her juices from your face. Instinctively, your hand fills with her big left tit. "Thank you," Sarah says somewhat shyly after the kiss. "It's been a while since someone's done that for me." You look at her, and she can't seem to resist. "Even longer since a guy did." You feel yourself shudder and she grins.

"I know I'm leaving you high and dry, but I need to shower so I don't smell like my pussy," she says, sitting up. "You should, too." You nod, dumbfounded as she sits up. You watch her tits fall in front of her and she grins. "See you downstairs after we're cleaned up?" You smile at her and nod, and she grins.

"Thanks again," she murmurs reaching out to grab your hand. She seems like she wants to say something else, but smiles instead and walks you to the door of her room. You kiss her, softly and slowly, and she sighs into your mouth as you kiss her goodbye.

As you walk to your room, you realize that you've got to shower and change again. You wonder if a quick self-session in the shower would be useful.