Taking inventory.

Plop!

A few seconds pass by in a blur. Probably because two naked, plushy boobs situating themselves beside the pulsing wiener that was their penis of choice has the tendency to fog a heterosexual hot-blooded man's perception of time by more than infinitesimal margins. Probably because that clock up there on the wall is broken. Either way.

Auburn is a little tentative as she presses the side faces of her jugs with the palms of her hands at first, then, in order to get a better handling, curls her fingers to use the crook of her knuckles as a more precise application of pressure. My cock is wet from premature secretions, small rivers of fluid already running down its handy tower, when she furrows her brow and tries to move her hefty chest nuggets up and down the shaft properly. Suffice to say, even this awkward excuse for a breast-sandwich was paradise! My dick was enveloped by her soft, slightly firm milkers like there is no tomorrow, the flesh folds being patted and matted by my rock-hard pipe as they shuddered up and down with a firm, clutching rub -- it is just as soft to the touch and willowy as I imagine it to be. Or maybe, it is that way, because I imagined it to be that way. If Schrodinger couldn't answer that question, I will not try.

"This feels so weird," Auburn offers, while giving her boobs a proper jiggle at the tip of my penis. The sight combined with the sensation nearly sends me over the edge, but I effortlessly hold back as she re-traces her steps. "Not that much, though, since I've already had practice with the dildo."

"That's right." I grunt, watching the top of her head as she works her tits around my cock below me with increasing effectiveness. "But the real thing is way better than a sex toy, right?"

Based on the small smirk she gives me, Auburn appears relatively indifferent. With no response, she instead concentrates on sliding her breasts across my cock. I don't insist.

After all, for her, a composed, somewhat independent and efficient girl to be subjecting herself to my sexual whims is disparately hilarious. How giving a guy a boobjob could be anywhere near acceptable, regardless of what 'play' would involve it in a high school drama production, is obviously silly.

And yet here she is, miss Auburn Jenkins, throwing her lovely boobs into my unabashed view and having my hungry dick be gobbled up by their sacred valley of skin.

I begin to give her pointers while also going on a spontaneous TED talk about how opening yourself up to other perspectives can be utilized in your performance in order to give you a strong, core technique. It's probably bullshit, but, like in many instances scattered throughout life, not absolutely.

See? Titfucks really are enlightening stuff.

"I guess when you put it that way--"

"Move your hands down a bit."

Auburn wrinkles her brow, and proceeds to oblige my instruction. "What, like this?" Her boobs really do look like two round pillows now. "You know, I see now how this can feel a little funny to the woman. It's like using our breasts as tools and I don't... ever really handle them this way."

I neglect to give her an affirmative reply, driven by her more weighty pumps to send my chin up in gratified bliss. When she wiggles her tits around my cockhead, I am pushed to the edge.

"Shoot!" I grab the ledge of something wooden. I don't know what. "I'm--oof!" Hips tensing, I feel my dick start to surge with liquid ammo. "I'm going, Auburn, I'm going!"

Hesitating, Auburn replies, "Should I stop?"

"No, just keep fucking doing what you're doing!"

The brown haired girl balks, "But--but then it'll get all over me..!"

I decide to give her a mental hand with this one. Projecting my words into her, "Y-yeah... but you want it to."

Without missing a beat, Auburn squeezes her breasts tight around me. The girl begins to furiously slide her breasts up and down and jiggling around my imploding cock as her eyes focuses on my cockhead as if waiting for a rock star to emerge through the curtain. "Come on, John, come on now. It's okay. You got this. Just shoot it out, shoot it out nice and wide!"

She continues to feed encouraging words into me. Then, with the help of Auburn's soft coconuts around my member, I pinch the wooden ledge even harder, grunt out in a sensual haze, thrust my hips, and spurt out strings of white gooey sex juice into the air, and over onto Auburn's playdoughed chest, while the girl smiles -- smiles! -- at the sight of her cleavage and clavicle and all the skin in between strung up in another boy's dick secretions.

Only for our little sexscapade to be cut short in perfect movie-like timing when the sound of a falling object echoes through the background. Auburn and I, the former's tits still sitting against my thighs and testicles naked and commando while I was [formerly] taking a breather, whip our heads back in search of the disruption's source.

"H-hello?" Auburn's face is flushed in pink. She is probably second guessing everything that happened in the past 10 minutes. Wouldn't blame her. But too bad -- it already happened. Such nice tits.

"Jess? Penelope?" I crane my neck, peeking past the faux crates and staffs.