Tits!

Heather cups a hand behind my head and kisses me hard, almost desperately, her tongue probing aggressively for mine. I return her kiss with equal hunger and squeeze her ass cheeks. We make out for a while, then I shift down and trace her jawline with my lips and tongue. I suspect that the area below the ear might be a hotspot for her, and her reaction confirms it, so I linger there for a little while. “I never knew that felt so good,” she murmurs.

I move my hands from Heather’s ass to her tits. They hang perfectly, carried quite high for their size, with no visible sag, splaying just a little outward. “Oooooh, yeah, baby,” she moans. “Touch my big soft tits. Play with my girls, lover. Whatever you want—they’re all yours.” I lift them with my fingers, then turn my hands so they rest in my palms, feeling their elastic weight. I lift them higher so their full weight is cupped in my hands, stroking their sides with my fingers and thumbs. I turn my wrists inward, feeling the curves of her heavy melons; the tips of my middle fingers brush her dusky-rose nipples, making her moan. Her moans grow louder when I start lightly massaging her firm titflesh. “Mmmmm, love, you’re the best,” she says huskily. “Your hands feel wonderful.” I roll her boobs in my hands, feeling them shift. “I’ve never been—never felt—ohhh, baby, take your time, I could enjoy this forever.”

“I’ve been fantasizing about your tits for years, baby,” I tell her. “I don’t intend to rush this.”

“Years?” Heather asks, then interrupts herself with a wordless moan as I slide my hands up the curves of her twin peaks, capturing each of their large sunset-hued summits between two knuckles. “Ohhh—ahhh—I wish I’d let you do this years agoooooooh!” I tighten my fingers around her nipples, then start massaging her tits like a cat, working their hard tips between my knuckles as my fingers move up and down. “So good, baby—so good—” she pants.

I angle my head to suck her earlobe into my mouth, then murmur, “I wasn’t this good years ago.” I shift my hands up further, covering the front of each tit; I enjoy the feeling of their stiff points poking the centers of my palms.

“I know,” Heather replies, her voice smoky with passion. “Neither were my boyfriends. They just wanted to squeeze me a little, then get their dicks out. You wouldn’t have been this good, but you would still have been this interested—you would still have wanted to enjoy my tits—we could have learned together. I’ve never loved my tits as much as right this moment, because I’ve never had a man love my tits as much as right this moment.”

“It gets better,” I whisper in her ear. I move my hands further up the slopes of Heather’s spectacular peaks, letting them slip from my grasp and bounce, then capture her nipples and twirl them a little. She gasps sharply, and her whole body shudders. I stroke them all over with just my fingertips, learning the feel of their curves and the way they move, then wrap my hands around them, squeezing lightly, and fondle them all over. I kiss my way down her neck and find another hotspot in the hollow of her collarbone, earning myself a small gasp and a hum of pleasure. Then I go lower.

I follow Heather’s clavicle with my lips to the notch where it meets the sternum, pausing there to trace it slowly with my tongue as I once again lift her tits in my fingers; I can feel her body humming in pleasure and anticipation. I nuzzle and lick my way down her breastbone to the center of her cleavage, then take a firm grip on each boob. I press them together and rub my cheeks against them, catlike, reveling in their softness and firmness and the feeling of her skin against mine. I stay there for a while, teasing her nipples with my thumbs and breathing deeply, rejoicing to feel myself surrounded by her tits. Heather strokes my hair. “Love my tits, baby,” she murmurs. “You make me feel so special.”

I turn my head to kiss the inside of first one breast, then the other. I taste her skin, sucking in sweet mouthfuls of supple titflesh and playing my tongue over them. I work my way down to the undersides of her big melons, letting them splay across my features so I can enjoy the feel of their soft weight resting on my face.

Suddenly I feel a hand wrap around my cock; Heather works her cupped palm around my cockhead and moans, “Fuck, baby, no one’s ever—I could cum just from you playing with my big titties.” I pinch and twist both nipples and gently nip the heavy globe currently filling my mouth, and she yelps. “Oooooh, lover, you make me feel so fucking good.” She starts wanking my shaft with a hand well-lubed with my pre-cum. “Such a beautiful long, thick cock . . .” she breathes. “I can’t wait to have it in my hungry pussy—but you don’t even need it to make me cum . . . Suck my tits, baby, suck my big fucking titties and make me cum.”

That’s an invitation that can’t be refused. I take a firm grip on one massive peak and feed its perfect summit into my mouth. Her nipples are quite large and cone-shaped with moderately-sized oval areolae, and they’re very sensitive. I caress it with my lips and tease it lightly with my tongue; Heather moans my name and eggs me on. I close my lips around it and suck gently, swirling my tongue around it, enjoying the taste and the texture of its knurled surface. I squeeze and massage that tit as I feast on it; I caress the other and roll its stiff tip slowly against my thumb. After a while, I switch sides, pinching and rolling the wet nipple somewhat harder. Heather’s breath comes faster and shallower now. “More, lover—that’s so fucking good—” she urges me. “Suckle me—feast on me, baby, feast on my big fucking titties—suck my big nipples—make me cum just from my tits—make me your tit-****, baby—oooooh, your mouth is fucking addictive . . .”

I cram my mouth as full of Heather’s perfect breast as I can, painting it with my tongue and biting gently; she trembles like a leaf. I pull my head back and squeeze both tits; I twirl one titbud between thumb and forefinger while I suckle the other one hard and fast, flicking it with my tongue. Heather shrieks, clings to my head for balance, and grips my prick like she’s hanging on for dear life as another orgasm rips through her like a lightning bolt. This one is fairly brief, but clearly intense, judging by the energy overloading her muscles.