Tits, Meet Glass

He had Cindy pressed up against the shower 'window', her magnificent E-Cups flush and flattened into the glass. She was waiting for it, waiting for the large mass to go up her, though she hadn't been expecting Bradley to snatch back control so suddenly, or so soon, she was now anticipating it with something approaching eagerness.

But the moment didn't come. Bradley had had her spread her own cheeks, holding them open to reveal her tight, waiting hole; yet Bradley wasn't taking the initiative. Instead, he was brushing the area around it with his erect cock, the tip pushing against the taut skin between the buns. Every few seconds he would come tantalisingly close to the hole, and each tine she felt it pucker all by itself. She kept psyching herself up for the big moment, telling herself that the next pass would be the one he finally entered her on, but she was always wrong. It was a pleasure all its own, that much was true; Cindy felt a familiar, if lesser kind of spark to the one she enjoyed when actually being properly fucked as he played his cock over her and around her butthole, but it was still maddening being **** to stand there presenting, while her boyfriend did everything and anything but actually stick it in her.

She tried bending over a little more, giving him even easier access to her arse if and when he chose to fuck it, she tried to appeal to his fetishistic side in the simpering voice of a brat, "I've been bad, daddy. Too bad, this time...I need to be punished so I'll never forget my mistake. You should put your thingy inside me...make it so it hurts when I sit down, I think that'd teach me a lesson!" When that yielded no results, she even offered to get down on the floor with Daisy and start scissoring just for his benefit, on the condition that he give her backside a proper seeing too when he'd had his fill of that. After all that failed, Cindy was incandescent with rage, stuck on tenterhooks, she was all but jumping up and down from the repeated shock and subsequent dissapointment of the almost-anal. "Bradley!" She hissed, starting to feel something approaching a fool standing there, tits covered in condensation and compressed into the glass. "What are you doing?"

Bradley smirked. "Teasing," he replied.

"Why? I-I'm ready! Just do it!"

"Because you're a tease. Because I've wanted to do this since last year when you flashed me at that welcome event, while not wearing any panties?"

"Jesus, really? That was ages ago! You're doing this to me now because of that?!"

"That, and that thing you were doing with your shirt this afternoon."

"But that wasn't even a tease! We fucked right after!"

Bradley couldn't help but chuckle at how indignant she was, how she was trying and failing to summon a sense of propriety while butt naked and spreading for him. "And if you're good...we'll fuck after this, too."

"If I'm...good?" Cindy tried to get a look at what he was doing with his cock, but was made to gasp, her face falling forward into the glass as he started drawing his tip in tighter circles around and around the circumference of her butthole. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" She whined, trying to shift backwards into his cock to **** a premature start tl the anal session, but Bradley skipped away, holding his member just out of reach even as her bubble butt wiggled and weaved over to him. "That's not fair!" Cindy insisted, "You can't do that without following through!"

"Says who?" Bradley laughed, tucking his cock under her legs and rubbing it over her vulva before withdrawing it again. Cindy growled in frustration, stamping her feet brattily. "Bradders! Stop screwing around and start screwing me!"

"Nope!"

"Bradley!" She was yelling now, her hands leaving her cheeks to grab at Bradley even as he kept her in place against the glass. "Fuck me, Bradley! Fuck me right now!"

"Or what?" Bradley asked, innocently.

"OR I'LL GO DOWNSTAIRS AND GET MY BROTHER TO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, I SWEAR!"

"Like this? Gonna flash those tits of yours at him? Give him a nice view of your pussy?"

"BRADLEY!"

He placed a hand up on her shoulder, patting it gently. "Alright, alright. No need to get angry, hothead!" He gave her right buttock a nice, firm squeeze with his other hand, drawing a hitching sigh from her. "I'll fuck you," he said, moving his hands down and opening her cheeks up again, inching forward to place the tip of his cock so that it was flush with her butthole. "If you say 'fuck me in the arse, Bradley'."

Cindy huffed impotently, sagging into the glass once more, her tits making an almighty squeak when they pressed back into place. She muttered something that ended in 'Bradley'. He leaned in theatrically, angling an ear toward her head, "What was that? Didn't quite catch it?" He said.

A sigh from Cindy, "Fuck me in the arse, Bradley..."

"Still not loud enough."

Cindy paused, then, clenching her hands into fists, she took a deep breath, then belted out, "FUCK ME IN THE ARSE, BRADLEY!"

"That's the stuff," he grinned, and without delay, slid his cock up between her cheeks for the second time that day, forcing a delighted shriek out of her that rose in pitch the further up he went. He'd missed this tightness, the insistent press of her arsehole as it embraced his cock. "Oh, no! Oh, wow! Oh...oh fuck!" She cried, spreading her arms out on the glass as he started thrusting into her butt. Her tits were bumping into it over and over again, the view from the other side one of her impressively-large breasts squashing and strecthing in time with his in-and-out rhythm. Cindy tittered, able to feel the impacts making her nipples turtle away inside her areolas, and she was also unable to block out the loud squeaking that accompanied each micro-movement from them.

Several times, he would slide his cock back out and go back momentarily to the teasing motions, only relenting and re-entering her when her longing grew so great that a stream of pleas and compliments on everything from his technique to the size of his manhood came streaming from her mouth, and when at last he did go back inside her, she responded with a long, contented sigh. Before long, Cindy was throwing a little gyration into her hips to help everything along, pushing her buttocks into him—the supple flesh warm and comforting when slamming into his crotch—and grinding them in the opposing direction to conform to whether he was thrusting forward or pulling back. In all this time, it took her quite a while to regain her acid tongue, and she set right to work using it when it returned to her. "You're a dirty boy, Bradley Thomas!" She chided, only half-joking. "All day we've been together and all you seem to be thinking about is my Big Bubble Bu—" she cut herself off to exhale suddenly as he drove his cock further up and onward. A second later she felt his hands pulling more hashly on her cheeks, spreading them further apart to accomodate his girth. "A-are you gonna cum up there, again?"

Bradley's voice was deep and throaty. "Do you want me to?"

"What I wanted was to suck your dick!" She reminded him, and almost as if in response, Bradley rammed her a tad more forcefully, and she had to steady herself by placing her palms up against the glass. "But I like your arse so much better, babe. It's big and it's round, and you can fit so much up there."

"You..." she puffed, wincing as her tits heaved into the glass for the umpteenth time. "You have no...idea..."